I use to love a boy.
He meant the world to me
and I to him.
I use to call a boy mine.
We would walk the streets at night
sharing all our secrets.
I use to kiss a boy.
He was so special to me
and I to him.

One day the boy decided he didn't love me anymore.
One night I cried into his arms as he told me we'd always be friends.
One summer we talked everyday as the sun set.
One night we got closer than we ever had been.

But he still didn't love me again.

I use to hope he'd come back to me.
We'd make ourselves a home
our kids would grow up there.
I use to dream of us growing old.
His hand in mine
as we slipped from this world.
I love a boy.
He means the world to me
but I not to him.