I laugh at girls who flirt with men as a sport,
Men who use girls for their bodies,
And immigrants who marry for green cards
But in my story,
I am the fool.
I used you to feel better about myself
And you did just that
I snuck around with you behind my parents back
I was leading a double life and I felt great because I was breaking good
You made me feel free
The only expectation you held me to was to not break your heart
But I broke it anyway
Now I find myself missing you more than ever
I was the fool
And you were my gold