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January 2011 New Years girl was only 18,
on top of the stairs she expressed herself,
I was always there to listen,
when she always talked about someone else.
I drove my road never turning for exits,
just to turn off at your door,
we've kissed a deuce, i'll introduce the thought,
of kissing some more.
I don't mind waiting every other day,
just to walk Moo with you again,
look for the boy with a broken smile,
ask him what has made him so hostile,
and he'll probably lie,
while inside he'll cry.
Throw 'hey whats up"s, knock on my door,
i want to make you feel mesmerizing,
know i'd rather text cause im insecure,
doesn't mean much anymore.
It's not always fighting or butterflies,
girls hurt the guys, just being up front,
my heart is closed but my doors always open,
just don't mind when i face a blunt.
What bothers me is every day,
i wake up lonely to the same routine,
look for the boy with the secret smile,
ask him why he puts himself on trial,
and he'll probably lie,
while deep down he dies.
I know when you cry,
lying big on the corner,
before i wipe away your fears there is no way to warn her,
you know that taking advantage never happened at all,
no need to beg me to pick up the next time you call.
