If I had told you I liked you,
Maybe we could’ve been something true.
But maybe you should seek new friends,
Not a girl, not a trend — just something that mends.

You would've picked someone else,
'Cause your boys twist truth to fit themselves.
They turn on you with expectations,
Blinded by pride and limitations.

Maybe it’s time to walk away,
From those who dim your light each day.
Not a girl, not just a fling —
But someone who brings meaning to everything.

Not someone who stares you down,
But one who lifts you when you drown.
Maybe not love, but something real,
Someone with words that help you heal.