It Wasn't Love
Tinderella, That’s what I thought
Have I found my prince charming? Is he really that tall?
Beautiful brown eyes that stare into my soul
Oh, how I didn’t know that you could turn so low
It started out magnificent with “come over baby”
Then turned into “bitch you’re fucking crazy”
You played with my head, You played with my heart
Still I never knew you could go that far
Grabbing my hair in a violent way
Exposing my body for your friends to see
I felt so empty, I felt so lost
I didn’t think you would hurt my heart
You said with a smirk “I know you’ll listen to me”
“You’d do anything in the world for me”
Well I won’t do that, that’s not love
That’s shameful and punishing and I am worth. So. Much.
I stumble home crying. My makeup, and heart a mess.
And go into the bathroom to cope with this stress.
One day the sun started to shine again
I met a man and you are nothing like him
There was no fasad or game
No tricks, no play
I can come home and fall in his arms
Knowing damn well he will do me no harm
I ask him why he treats me so good
He whispers in my ear #BecauseIloveyou, and I should
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