I Don't Play Games

Boys are players,

They'll feed into your mind.

Stealing the sunlight,

Stealing your time.

Telling you softness,

Pretty butterfly words.

Flutter into your mind,

And consume your thoughts.

Your brain is their home.

Boys are heartbreakers,

After you give them what they want.

They only speak to you

For one thing

And that's what girls are taught.

I wish I could believe

It's not.

But it really is the truth.

They whisper into you sweetness

Then take your

goodness

Away.

Leaving you wanting more

Of them as you watch them

Laughing

All the way out the door.

Leaving anyway...

Boys are liars

They never tell the truth.

They just love it when pretty girls

Fall for the wrong youth.

Boys are ugly criers

So make them regret their lies.

Blast them with words

And watch them choke on

Each line.

Written here

It's clear

Boys are the real fuck-ups, dear.

Boys will be boys

And I will be better.

Cause I'll punch the next dude

Who asks for my number.

I hope you all choke

On those sweet twisted lies.

'Cause my trust issues

X-ray through your ugly

Disguise.

Watching you cough up

Each line that I write

I hope you know

That my words always bite.

So mask what you can

But I see right through, boo.

Boys will be boys

Until they lose you.

-I don't play games