Thanks for treating me like every boy you meet,
So please come in and take a seat,
This is the part where I learn and you will teach,
On how to treat people like a piece of meat.
I want a genuine,
Not a replica,
A pin to the cornea,
Site for sore eyes,
While other guys,
Consume the lies,
I'll run and hide.
No doors exist on my fortress,
The only entrance is the one I bare,
You're nothing more than a temptress,
I fell victim to a heartless snare.
ŒOr think that I'm the only one.
I never let people in,
And I have you to remind me why,
So baby, burn the bitch down,
I never will cross that bridge again,
I'd rather drown.
I'm a master of construction,
Because I'm building walls like it's my occupation.
If you portray a liar,
I'll shut you out without hesitation.
It's an art form of consummate skill,
Oh how she plays them like the pawn.
Making boys drool at her will,
Like pavlov to the dogs.
Slit my throat so lightly,
Pick me up and drop me,
Right into my grave.
And now I wonder,
Sit alone and ponder,
Should I even bother,
When I see your face.
The itch I couldn't scratch,
Thought I'd come crawling back,
I'd much rather…