You thought you could get away
By going where you wanted
Doing what you wished
With me
Well I’m sorry to tell you boy
If you are expecting from me
More then I want to give to you
I’ll leave you and find someone else
Who will not think I’m a toy
He can play around with
I don’t want to be treated like that
I know I deserve better
My friends are there for me
To help me see what I can’t
To tell me when it’s going wrong
I trust them
But not you
You just want me down your pants
I’m not that sorta person
I’m sorry that you thought
You could get away
With doing what you wanted
With me
I hate it when you touch me there
And think that I like it
I hate it when you move your hands
To places I think are private
So leave me alone
I never thought you were a creep
But I think I was blind again
Sad to say my friends weren’t there
To help me see what I
Was getting myself into . . .
