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Never was there a guy so good at leading on a girl

So good at the game we like to call him IRL

He arrived in town with a guitar in his hands

Playing every song in his head

His glasses sat high up on his nose

And his hair was neat with a nappy flow

How high can the sycamore grow?

Look at him and you will know

His legs, long with bone and skin

And his ego steadily grew within

The size of his head made his body seem small

As he stood there up against the wall

A man was displayed all over him

Yet a boy still lived inside of him

Sometimes he walks around as if he’s confused

Looking left and right without a clue

And you’ll never know the truth

Cause you’ll only see what he wants you to

All you can see is the warmth in his eyes

When, really, he’s as cold as ice

He’s famous for putting a smile on your face

And breaking your heart just the same

His arms move with their own haste

And make their place around your waist

He’ll do his best to set at fire in you

And not mention the girl he’s exclusive to

Even in between all his lies

He won’t hesitate to treat you right

Despite all his imperfections

There are two sides to his reflection

Although you’re not the only one he’s thinking of

He’s quick to make you feel loved

Be it a hug or two every day

Or a joke to put a “smile on your face”

Oblivious, you can see past his lies

And see the beauty in his eyes

But all that glitters ain’t gold

There’s still a darkness inside his soul

He’ll dismiss the ones that care the most

For friends that soon morph into foes

And there he goes looking so confused

Not sure of what he’s supposed to do

So he runs back to you feeling hopeful

Cause he knows your love is unconditional

Holding a grudge won’t help at all

Being angry makes you feel like you’re at fault

Who has that kind of power to make you feel guilt?

And mentally hold you against your own will

His nonexistent grip has put you at an emotional block

So throw out that idea of putting him on lock

Playing his guitar, just as innocent

Who is he to play you around like this?

Instead of pushing him away at a distance

You bow down and let him in

He’s the type to prey on your weaknesses

And at the same time cause you happiness

It’s not sad that he’s playing this game

It’s sad he doesn’t know that he’s to blame

He’s not heartless, nor does he not care

It’s just embedded in his character

If this is the nature of his ways

Is it safe to say he’ll never change

I don’t care if his nature is cruel

All I know is he makes me feel beautiful