Out Of My Mind

Well I came to know you just a week or so ago
And you seemed different than the others but
After you got what you wanted you didn’t want
Me anymore, I should’ve known you were just
Another player…
And I must’ve been OUT OF MY MIND just
Like the last time…I search for love but
Heartbreak is all I ever seem to find. well I
Should’ve seen the signs but a fool is blind
And I must’ve been OUT OF MY MIND…
Well and I’ve been down this road before
You’d think I wouldn’t be as trusting and
Keep repeating the same mistake but
When you’re lonely you’re destined to
Give in to what you want to hear, again
And again even tho’ you know you’re
In for nothing but a broken heart, tears
In the dark…well I’ve been down this
Road before, when will I ever learn
You play with fire you’re bound to get
Burned but I just help myself thinking
This time it’s for sure…
I must’ve been OUT OF MY MIND just
Like all those other times yeah I should
Seen all the signs but a fool for love
Is blind and I must’ve been crazy, crazy

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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