Horny Player

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I try to hurt her
She try to love me,
I wanna get caught
She forgives me every time;
I realize she dunno how to get hurt
The mistake I made
We never should have been together.

She’s the good girl
I’m the bad guy
The mistake I made
I never should’ve played
With her emotions
I ain’t good for her
Was never made for her!
She kneels down and prays
Behind her back I play her
She thinks I’m heaven sent
The mistake I made
We never should’ve been together.


She has invited me into her heart
I’m out, sleeping with other girls
To have her hurt
She forgives me every time
The mistake I made
I never should’ve have
Told her I love her
I don’t wanna this anymore
We never should’ve been together.


I want her to stop loving me
“Can’t stop loving you,” she says
I try to hurt her
She try to love me
I realize she dunno how to get hurt
The mistake I made
We never should have been together.

Copyright (c)2013 Poetic Justness

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