I met a boy, who I used as a toy.
He would call me sweetie pie, but usaully i would tell him a lie.
He would give me a kiss, and yes i gave him a diss.
He would give me a hug even though it would bug.
He showed no fear even though he once dranked a beer.
He had no shame because i was the one to blame.
He would hit the wall and get into fights while i couldn't sleep during nights.
When he lay in bed, i had alot in my head.
As his wounds would heal, i didnt have much of a meal. What are these feelings? What do they mean?
When i talk to you, you always call me your boo.
You always knew how to make me laugh
Soon u saw two paths? Should I stay or should I go?
Well..... as long as you say hey then i will always stay
You make me feel like a dove up above,
Soon i knew..... i was in love.
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