It starts the same way He calls me beautiful Very pretty and very odd that I am single I go out of my way to be myself To let the good parts of me out As well as the bed I want the boy to want to know what He is getting into With the ups and downs of my life The sweet comments go away And I see the real boy shining through The boy that falls in love with somebody else And only wants me for one good reason Hey she's beautiful she must be a good screw So they stick around until I am fed up And I have ended up with my bad habit Be different For the love of God don't do what the others do
Reason for writing:
I get stuck with the same kind of guys over and over again.
I am seeing a new guy and so far, he sounds like every other guy and I can just pray he isn't.
Birth sign: Libra
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