Stood up

As i stand on this lonely, dark night,
i wait for him , the one who was so called mr. right.
with the moon light shinnig on me with a frown,
slowly one at a time a tear runs down.
i think to myself how can i be so stupid to believe he was the one......
the one who was going to be the father of my son.
now look at me , sad , crying and alone,
when i thought i was going to with him to his home.
now i know not to trust any guys,
because now i'm raising a kid based on lies