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I guess they all meant nothing,

All those cute things that you said,

Making me think you wanted me,

When you just wanted head.



I didn't think that you would hurt me,

And not just because you promised,

But because you know and feel my pain,

So I thought that you'd be honest.



You may not have wanted it to work out,

But I had already believed the lies,

I was falling in a spiral of what I thought was true,

But the rumours are right. You're the worst of guys.



So I gave you what you wanted and what I was aching for,

Shut out the evident and blindly got into your bed,

I'm just so hurt that it made me want you more,

But I don't regret anything I did or said.



The morning after I woke up before you,

And I looked over at the person lying next to me,

And although I was sure you wouldn't cause me pain,

I couldn't help but feel that you felt differently.



I could tell that the nice things you'd said,

Weren't really the full truth,

And that all the walls I'd built,

Weren't Man-Proof.



I remember thinking that this would be the last time I'd ever be with you,

But when you awoke you were still so nice so foolishly I began to fall,

So you took me home and I was happy and free, thinking we were meant to be,

Then my friends began to disapprove and I began to think,

But surely you wouldn't hurt me - why me?

When you could have any girl indifferently?

So despite your next letter I decided to fall,

Until I realised... I'm just your booty call.