Things can go both ways.
I know.

She was over thirty and married.
I was 15 and couldn't even shave yet.
Still, she took my dreams away,
the ones I kept
about a white wedding
& being saved
for that special one.

Things can go both ways.
I know.

She ******* stole my dreams
feeding her own pleasure.
And sure it was nice.
Very.
But I mean
who doesn't like
those kind of physical feelings?
**** it
would have been better
if she had warned me
about not being the first.
I could never be honest
again
after that.
That hurt the most.

Things can go both ways.
I know.