Found a folder with your name and I hovered with the cursor
I was feeling pretty low but now I'm feeling worser
Do I click and open up those old forgotten wounds?
Photographs and the files that are all I have of you.
I was, and I will always be a fool
But when it comes to love that's usually the rule
On the path of love you can keep it for a while
But sooner or later you're gonna f*** it up in style
Even Casanova ended up in misery
Out for the Count in the castle library
When it comes to foolishness you know I'm not alone
So all you fellow sinners you can throw away your stones
And if and when I fall in love again this much I can guess
I know there will be some further foolishness