This is a story about a sad young boy,
Always got played with like a toy.
No one ever fell in love,
Saying to himself... this is enough.
He cut himself from the pain he has.
It might not be all that bad.
But to him it kills him more each day.
All the girls who want to play.
All they want is to have sex,
After it's done, not even one text.
No phone call, no facebook inbox,
To him it feels like a thousand shots.
He fell for them all, not one cared.
Left him nothing but impaired,
Everyday he starts to bleed,
Because he wore his heart on his sleeve.
A few months passed, and now he's gone.
The girls all stare.. into the dawn.
