I guess I'm going to rhyme, because pretty faces have been turning into a waste of time. She tells me she likes me but she's taken, I should have known she was faking, I cannot be your side guy, I won't even settle for a tie. Mad at me having female friends, when you post constantly about your boyfriend? What kind of sense does that make? You played with my heart and dropped it till it shattered between your feet, it's up to you if you want to pick it up and put it back together, or walk past like there was no joy at the end of the tether.

Falling from grace, falling from your face. You ever fall and face plant on the cold hard ground when no one was around? You picked yourself up and kept going. This is nothing new, when you fall for someone who doesn't want to catch you.

You know the dream where you run and its in slow motion? I wish that was real, because I'd have time to reflect why I started chasing you at all.