| D# | F# | C# | G# | D# | |
| There you was a- | standin' with your | feelings hurt who | was to | blame? |
| F# | C# | G# | D# | |
| Oh no, it | can't be you, you're | much too cool to | scar your | name. |
| C# | G# | C# | G# | |
| Ah, what you d | id to | me when I needed | you, |
| C# | G# | |
| A | trick, then a | smile; you hurt me; |
| F# | C# | |
| When will you be through you're | just thinking of you |
| G# | |
| Who's your next fool? |
| Don't look now but turn around and ask the mirror on the wall, |
| Why is it that I made it here; You know I can't recall. |
| Don't be surprised if it just laughs back at you |
| For who could you kid when you know |
| You went to a rare school, you made up your own rules |
| You're the next fool |
| Verse 1 |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |