when i grow older and find that special boy
who really does truly love me
and is brave enough to buy me that ring
[ and ● propose ♥ ]
i won't be able to think back to those times
where that other boy back then
pretended to l o v e me,
was brave enough to give me that old
ring that his ex-girlfriends gave
back to him after he broke their hearts
because you know what, i believe.
i'm still believing, ever since i was a kid,
that i'd find that boy who won't pretend
to be somebody he's not and
[ o n e ♥ d a y ]
he'll knock on my front door with flowers
in his hand, and one day
i'll be teaching our daughter how boys can be
REAL.
BIG.
LYING.
JERKS.