Into Stone
Boys are all the same,
Running around all playing the same game,
They make you think their someone they’re not
Make you fall in love with them
But all they love is just that your “hot”
They deceive you, and hurt you,
And tear you down.
They run off with your enemy, never to be found.
You fit into this category so much that it hurts.
You stole my heart and pretended that yours was mine.
When I least expected it, you gave yours away
To no other than my enemy, Allison Wormsley
You were a bad judge of character,
But I did the same.
I can’t believe I gave you
My heart to feed your game
You shall rue the day
Your wicked fingers made
My heart of gold turn into stone
I will guard it from this day
So if I come upon a man
As wicked as you are
He can not breach my system nay
Because of your nasty ways
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