I was never a lost boy Traumatized by the event of you leaving me I had always known what it was like to love someone enough to let them go It’s no wonder why I always had a love for yo-yo’s You see, they showed me that every time you would let them go They would always come right back to you I remember The first time a girl fell in love with me She told me that I was the closest thing to perfect But she was not ready to be with me I asked her what does it mean to be ready for love You see, love does not hit you when you’re ready for it Like you’re in a ring with professional boxers Letting you spar with them Though you will never be prepared for the first time a haymaker to the jaw knocks you out cold dazed and confused like you saw it coming but didn’t know it would hurt this bad I remember The first time a girl fell in love with me And made me feel like I didn’t love myself You see, my father never taught me how to love a woman I had to teach myself that kind of thing Suddenly I lost my love for yo-yo’s You see, I learned that I was bad at letting go I would look into the mirror and see a boy Who had never boxed a day in his life But the bags and blisters under his eyes told stories of fights that were almost won but you should have seen the other guy’s face no, these were stories of the times my yo-yo wouldn’t land back in my hand instead it would hit me in the face they can all see your scars, boy, but don’t ever let them see your tears was the only lesson my father taught me I remember The first time I fell in love with myself I was in a room with no mirrors And a box full of old yo-yo’s With letters from all that took my love for granted Including myself.
“for all that took my love for granted, including myself”