Staring at you from across the bar,
The finest thing in the whole room.
You didn't see me checking you out,
But damn boy, I wanted you, and soon.
You danced with mom,
You danced with me.
You were hard for her,
But you called me.
I thought you were great,
The best thing to happen to me.
You had a job, car, looks and personality.
Little did I know what hid underneath.
You used me and took from me,
Till I could give no more.
Even my heart you stole,
But I'll give you this; you're a smooth player.
I thougth things were going well,
That you actually cared.
But you don't care about shit,
Except booze, parties, and yourself.
How did you learn,
To play the game so smooth?
You came off like a good boy,
Made us feel sorry for you.
Why did you use, fuck and hurt me?
I hope you had fun,
Playing your little game.
Cuase it hurt like hell.
Grow up, then call my name.
Maybe I'll hear you,
Maybe I won't.
Either way, we'll both be better off.
September 14, 2003
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