I use to find butterflies
In my stomach when I saw your face.
And id dream every night
Of the sweetness of your embrace.

But then you messed it all up,
Stupid, typical, selfish boy.
Playin, rippin, tearin at my heart,
Like a dog with a toy.

And there ain't no chance
Of you getting me back now.
Going back to you would be
As helpful as being hit by a plow.

To go back wouldn't be good at all,
And you're just the same as the last.
I've had way too much chasing, never finding.
I'll leave my heart alone in it's cast.

So I'll favorite your tweets
and I'll like your pics.
But don't think it's any more,
Because boys are really just a bunch of...dummies