I'm not going to be your second choice
While you sleep around with other boys
oh no no
I'm tired of waiting and the wishful thinking
While I'm all alone, And you're out
I'm (dropped) finally starting to head back home.
Heading back fast on these back roads.
I used to want you dear,
to hold me closer oh.
But now we're losing grasp as you sleep around some more.
I'm not a back up plan for you, a second choice
Nobody's number two
When these {other} boys leave
don't come back chasing after me,
I didn't leave you bruised
Oh cause' I'm not a second choice like these fuckboys you're running to
Can't you see what you've done to me. You never
considered
these lies and la-ate nights,
waited on you
I'm driving home so far gone don't dare to Ring my phone because I'm so **** gone oh
And when you're alone
with no where to go
don't come back to me because you had the chance already
to be treated happily.
But it's too late you made your choice enjoy going back to these fuckboys
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
I'm not going to be your second choice
While you sleep around with other boys
oh no no
I'm tired of waiting and the wishful thinking
While I'm all alone, And you're out
I'm (dropped) finally starting to head back home.
Heading back fast on these back roads.
I used to want you dear,
to hold me closer oh.
But now we're losing grasp as you sleep around some more.
I'm not a back up plan for you, a second choice
Nobody's number two
When these {other} boys leave
don't come back chasing after me,
I didn't leave you bruised
Oh cause' I'm not a second choice like these fuckboys you're running to
Can't you see what you've done to me. You never
considered
these lies and la-ate nights,
waited on you
I'm driving home so far gone don't dare to Ring my phone because I'm so **** gone oh
And when you're alone
with no where to go
don't come back to me because you had the chance already
to be treated happily.
But it's too late you made your choice enjoy going back to these fuckboys
A little song I wrote sorry it's not poetic. Hope you enjoy. Like she is.
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