She played with the heart of boys,
Treating their love like toys,
She promised to go with many of them to prom,
Only to tell lies exactly where promises came from.

He fell for those lies, believing he was blessed,
So inspired by her love he decided to confess,
He told her of his love for her only to hear,
You're like the twentieth guy this year.

Why oh why must you lay lies upon your tongue,
And draw the breath of air from the breathing lungs,
Just to see them fade into certain oblivion....