He steps onto the bus
And the thoughts begin to enter my mind
This is the guy.
The one she talks about 24/7
The guy she's fallen in love with
The guy she thinks loves her
But he lies.
He takes a seat across from me
And tells the homies his stories
Of endlessly getting laid
By girls other than her
Knowing not what to do,I sit and listen
Though he's now aware that I m her friend
Quickly covering up, he stops boasting
And turns his head to the side
And that's when I see them
The Hella Hickies all over his neck
Should I say anything?
No.I'll stay quiet.It's none of my buisness.
But maybe it is.She cares for him.She needs to know
He's a playa ,he's gonna end up hurting her
And she'll never be the same
She needs to know.
She needs to understand.
That this guy is not the perfect man
He's not good enough for her.
Just then, he begins to whisper to his friends
About the hot girl sitting across from him, and I think
Maybe she'll find out soon enough...