I'm no fool

An enviable life has turned mundane.
It's a pity, I have no one to blame.
They call me a fool, they call me insane!
I'm addicted to poison! A poison that maims.

The poison was once something so pure;
That was filled, with innocence galore.
But suddenly overcome by shame and guilt,
So strong, that made it die and wilt.

The good times we shared, turned prosaic;
And the bad times seem to exaggerate.
They say it gets better with passing time,
It won't be long before the sun shines.

But I'm no fool, I'm not insane.
And I'm not capable of hate or blame.
Even though it seems dark around,
The fire you lit, keeps my feet on the ground.