Flirts
Dear Flirts,
My heart is broke
Is it him or is it me just let me know
Cause I don't know whose hand you'd rather hold
Or who you'd rather cuddle when it's coldd
I didn't ask
I saw that twinkle in your eye but let it pass
It must excite you but to me it makes you trash
I'm now avoiding flirts like they are a car crash
I'm done with flirts!
'Cause they don't understand how much it hurts
When you give your heart away then watch them turn
From one boy to another it's absurd!
I'm done with flirts!
Didn't think that you would be this immature
Posting pictures on your feed in little shirts
It's quite ironic that I met you at the church
I'm done with flirts!
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