This poem is about me asking someone just who he is anymore, because I no longer know. |
Sometimes I stop and ask myself, Just who are you, anymore?, Have you changed to someone else, Maybe this is just yourself, I know I haven't changed a bit, So who is at fault here? I think I was blinded by your charm, You sure are no prince charming, You just pretend to treat me right, Only to turn your back tonight, Who are you, anymore? I think I no longer know, I have a mind to go away, To leave you and your lies, But if you find out who you are, Do me a favor and tell me, Because I think out of everyone else, I'd love to know just who you are. I feel bad for all the girls who will fall victim, To your trap, your eyes, your smile, There's one thing they should know: Stay away from you! Because if they get too close; they will be through. |