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All these women want to play your heart 

Leading you on for a sense of self worth 

Mind games and false starts 

Take my kindness for granted 

Fuck me until you feel pretty again 

Then leave when you get comfortable 

Not like I have a heart 

Don't turn the light on 

Just leave me in the dark 

When you happy you never come around

 when your man sees through your game

And gets sceptical of your truths 

Hit me up tell me how your heart aches 

How it's all his fault. 

Because it's 4 am. 

I'll always wake up and listen. 

Yet when I make plans 

Be sure to bail. 

Never give me a reason. 

But take pictures with other men. 

As if I was just an apparation. 

Something to dump your garbage on. 

We only talk in secret 

Because if the other men knew 

He would have had it with you 

But continue to call 

Asking for my advice 

In which you never will take 

My time is always free 

Your problems are hear for me to solve 

Yet I get pulled in the middle 

Take the brunt of the shit storm 

Then you avoid 

Eye contact. Communication. 

My heart is just a play ground. 

A land fill for girls to bury their baggage 

Love is so pathetic, only if you seen it 

From my view. How many people 

Sneaking around

 and always blaming others 

When the shit goes south 

Your left with holes In your heart 

And red wine stains on your couch. 

So why do i Care so much? 

Why do I still pretend to give a fuck. 

Maybe I just got bad luck. 

Confidence in yourself 

Maybe you lack it. 

Or find it in a meaningless fuck. 

That destroys the heart and soul. 

Of the boys dick you sucked. 

Savages. Sensual succubusses. 

Feeding off others hearts. 

But hear I am. 

Wearing it on my sleeve again. 

Witch girl will be first to devour it. 

Only a matter of time 

Before something enters my world 

With the intention to set it on fire again 

And mask their envy as a close friend.