Control
I thought about it for days maybe even weeks
I first looked at you and became white as a sheet
My voice quivered I lowered my head
Will you go out with me? I said
You smiled and that’s when you said
Sounds fun maybe this weekend?
I smiled I screamed
Was this just a dream?
To me it was everything, to you it was not.
My intentions clear, my actions not
You said you were confused a whole lot
You made up your mind, let’s stay as friends
“I don’t really want a boyfriend”
I was a little hurt, a little crushed
I made up my mind in a rush
The weeks were awkward I would still blush
You constantly told me to shush
Suddenly I heard you say
I missed you the other day
Taken aback a little muddled
You even said you wanted to cuddle
My attention redirected to your bubble
Little did I know there would be trouble
You were always on my mind
What can I say
I gave you my full attention everyday
You told me you liked me
You led me astray
I was your prey
I bought you things
I took you out
I never had any doubt
At the end you pulled me aside
“I never wanted this to coincide”
What do you mean
What did you say
You never thought of me that way?
I was hurt
I was shocked
My heart probably stopped
Nevertheless, I carried on
Minding my own business
trying to stay strong
that’s when you said
Why don’t you talk to me anymore
Is it because I'm a bore
You were upset
I don’t know why
You said you didn't want anything to do with me and I tried
Even more confused you led me on again
Just cause you wanted someone to take you out on the weekends
You used me
My attention gave you glee
But most of all
How you made me feel
Made me feel like shit after the whole ordeal
Tried to put the blame on me
Said that I was crazy when I tried to flee
I was always there for you when you wanted
But now you're saying I’m unwanted
I learned a lesson
Never to give
Away my life
To any old someone
For once its given it can’t be undone
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