You're the kind of boy I cant tell my mother about, because she warned me not to fall for guys like you. I guess she didn't warn me enough because oh did I fall for you. She didn't warn me that you would leave & everything I've come to know would be complete & utter *******. She didn't warn me that I would see you on the street with a new girl, & I'd go home and cry for 3 days. She didn't warn me that mascara is so ******* hard to get out of pillowcases. & she didn't warn me that no matter what I do, you still don't want me. But she did warn me not to fall for you, & next time, I think I'll listen to my mother.