she was always afraid of falling in love
but as I remembered, I really couldn't blame her.
maybe he'd do something stupid,
outrageous, even break her.
love is powerful, and it scared me
it worried me; I was petrified, actually
but for some reason, which I couldn't explain
it was on my mind- quite frequently lately.
it's like suddenly the wheel wouldn't steer
the breaks were faulty,
and you can't help but question-
did he ever really love me?
it's as if your heart is broken,
your brain was replaced,
your stomach is empty
just wishing the memories were erased.
so tell me, my darling, what it is that we seek,
that boys want in girls or that girls want in geeks
because recently I've been cringing
at the sound of your name,
and all I want now, is out of this game.
my heart is not a toy
as it helps me to function
but, boy, when you mess with it
that lessons production.
besides- how tired you must be,
running such circles through my head
leaving scars on my body
with your soul made of lead.
because there's no way at all,
there is much more inside
for the trouble you've cause
and tears that I've cried.
so I gaze at this girl and I can't help but think
of how beautiful she is in that rose petal pink
but maybe it's beauty that plays with our minds
that causes such trouble, that leaves us so blind
considering you told me my looks
was what started at all,
looks which lead to such love
that flourished so tall.