all you silly boys!
Stretch your muscles, prove me wrong
you're my kind of prey in a pop song
put on repeat and writhe in pride
ouch that was my ego, and it died.
oh dear heavens! what have I done?
A month pretending to love someone
solitude truly is one awful trait
might transpire hope but mostly hate!
I pretended to be prey and it was okay
a girl's heart beats sometimes in different ways
you wish to protect me? that's one shiny knight!
but I should have told you that I know how to fight!
You might be strong and turned out weak
you might be fun but bored within a week
you are so kind but ignite no spark
I'm bored my love, bored from the heart.
I've seen you all you silly boys
strong or smart or kind or toys
one trait is good but not enough
for me to like you and one day love.