I have grown, too fast, too young.
I will never be the same,
and you are the one to blame.
I am not an innocent party.
I’ve taken flak, inflicted pain,
but why does it seem like you’ve so much to gain?
Stupid girl, foolish girl.
Did you really think he loved you,
when you don’t destroy those to whom you are true?
Time after time.
You cry at night, thinking of your sins,
while he’s out enjoying himself, nothing but grins.
But that’s not true, is it?
He’s a tender soul, that’s why you loved him,
that’s why you held on when everything felt so grim.
Good boy, bad man.
We were too young, we were in too deep,
I have learnt now, talk is but cheap.
I love you.
I am not the girl I was, sure
but you’re not the boy I thought you were.
Past, present, future.
You will forever be a part of me,
and I’ll let you in again, if need be.