They make you think they love you With their soft kind words They hug you as if you’re treasure And then leave you for the birds They come into your life With their cowboy boots and ***** blond hair And leave you crying And thinking . . . And thinking . . . On what you did wrong If he really loved you all along And then you begin to hate your favorite songs Because suddenly they're all about him And they haunt you And the next thing you know Another boy is there With green eyes and messy brown hair And he beckons you into his trap And he’s texting you! But you don’t want to answer because you’re still CRYING But! you answer anyways Because you’re stupid And vulnerable And maybe this boy will be kinder And will be gentler When he kills me And leaves me For the birds