What A Tool

Wish that guy would come long
To hold me tight and hum that song
To whisper I love you as I fall asleep
But could that happen to me at all

Chorus 1
I'm getting sick of being used
Or been thrown to the ground
Do I look like I’m some sort of tool
You’re the hypocrite that we all know
You hurt those who love you most
So now watch as I fall and break in two

The friend that help you through it all
But I’m just like that little fool
What happened with you, your cruel
You turn on me like a tool

Chorus 1

I’ll stand and be tall for what I am
I’ll find that man who’s set me free
You’ll be without and lost the flight
You know what you missed all along

Chorus 2
I’m not so sick of being used
Or being thrown to the ground
Because I don’t look so much like a took
You’re the hypocrite that we all know
I’ve found that man who loves me so
Now watch as I rise up with his call