His feelings i tried to borrow,
in hopes that my plan would last longer than tomorrow
but what's done in the dark will be revealed
and that cut will soon have healed..
And all of that love i passed off,
you thought was real
But i dont tend to ask
I usually steal
i borrowed your heart with intentions to replace it
And all the heartache i thought time would erase it
But i put it somewhere on a shelf
And have now misplaced it
Remorseful
You can have mine i assure you
i don't need it
Because men treat me like a book with a beautiful cover, compelling
But they
Don't read it...
