Oh boy
With the hazel brown hair
He loves, stalks and controls
The girl oh so fairOh boy with the hazel brown hair
Even though
you liked her so much...
Even though
you liked her a lot...Even after all these years
All these years I've known you
I didn't know you would
I didn't know you could
I didn't know this was something
That you would doBecause even though
You loved her so much
Even though
She didn't love you back
Even though you had it hard
You didn't, no
You didn't have the right, oh
Even though you had it hard
You didn't have the right
To take,
break,
fakeAnd ruin
Her heart
YOU ARE READING
Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart