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My mother told me about falling in love, and that you have to be carefully
But that day I came home with a smile on my face smelling like you sweatshirt and the cigarette you smoke
I knew right then and there that I have already fallen to deep, and now I have to take the pain.
When I came home with a frown and burnt tears,moth mascara running downing my face
My mom told me about falling in love
And I finally realized she was trying to tell me about you
How you will play mind games and twist words
The way you pull girls closer before you stroke their hair and try to war, them up
I realized that I was just a card in you game of poker

You drew me in like you did to the others
You have locked closet of never ending tears and broken hearts
You made me stronger by make me weaker

So ten years later my daughter comes home from school
With a smile on her face and the smell of a hoodie and cigarettes
I warned her about what would happen
Then
She came home with mascara running down her face