My ice cold coffee, was once a real piping hot mug of happy.


Conversations struck up out of the norm always start so lively
Then they die down and leave us to worry
We scramble our thought thinking "What did i say wrong, i though everything was fine and dandy?"
Sadly girl, you were fucking stupid to fall for that act actually.

Boys will be boys, cant you see that?
Its high time you ignore the petty requests that gives you a happy comeback
Yes they seem sweet, yes of rainbows and miracles they will speak
But there will come a day when you dont serve to his purpose
And at that time he will bear the brand of a fuckboy in your mind
He would stop replying you, and you'll revisit the box like its a shrine.

Why do they pick you up? Why do they let you fall?
Babe, we could ALL use an answer to this wake up call
Youre growing up, there more to come dont crouch yet from tall
But dont forget the chills you got when he called you "Doll," :)

On the spot// for you dear fuckboy :*