There' beauty in her breakdown.
You watch her fall apart.
Never thought to catch her.
You'd rather break her heart.
He's played this game before.
He knows that he can win.
So step aside and watch her crash.
'Cuz loving him's a sin.
She fell so hard,
He didn't stumble.
Shoulda' known
That boy was trouble.
Guard your heart girls,
He'll just hurt ya.
Don't look at him,
That's the first step.
He looks so good,
Cleans up nice.
But inside the boy,
It's cold as ice.
Fingers soft.
Lips of cotton.
Hide the soul
That's black and rotten.
Stay Away.
Take my warning.
He's the kind,
That leaves girls mourning.
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