Call him a fool, for he is one indeed,
and fools do often fall in love.
Fifteen and foolish, such is the pair,
the fool he has been, the fool he is.
A jester to entertain allsorts of fools,
and fools do often fall in love.

Call me cruel to mock the miserable,
for he climbs stairs in a pitch black cloud
and treads water in a sea where many have drowned.
And though bloodied and bruised,
he gambles, begs for more pain.
Is it wrong to see him as
the masochist he has become?

But the light, always one step higher
than it seems to be
is worth the will to die
to live.

Call him a fool, for he is one indeed,
but bravery live under a foolish veneer,
and fools do often fall in love.