I am not one of those girls, but what if I were?

I hope you read this and you know it's about you.

I am not one of those girls

but what if i were?

What if I took a step off my high horse

and told the world all things I feel you have done to me?

Naming you by name and laying all the pain on the table

showing the sun just how many things you have done

that made me feel like I was not worthy of something better

 

Like how you hid me from the rest of the world

and told me that there wasn't any other woman quite like me

And how you would tell me things about your mind and soul

and then shrug it off the next moment and continue to pursue me for my body?

What would they think if I were one of those girls?

 

Lucky for you I have self control

because I doubt the world is ready for the real story

about a boy who loved a girl too much to show her

and a girl who loved a boy too much to stay around and wait.

You told me you would hurt me and that God didn't make you a good man

well my heart broke anyway and you still pretend

that nothing happened at all.

 

Well maybe it didn't and maybe I imagined all the things you told me

and maybe I ought to be locked away and doped up sitting infront of an empty checker board

waiting paitently for my family to visit me

because I am clearly mad but fear not I shall never tell your dirty little secret

about how you tried to make me one of those girls.

But what would they think if I did?