Truth be told I love a boy.
He rocks my world and he lives in another.
There are stars in his eyes and he sees beauty in everything.
We are made for one another.

But Truth be told boy,
You're already dead.
Hit by a smooth criminal right in the head.

Truth be told boy,
You should've seen it coming.
That "Angel" of yours is really just a siren.
She plays on your emotions and your heartbreak.
Dude she's not from heaven.
Let her go.