Sad Life
I go through the day feeling just fine,
but if I hear or see him my mode goes to sad.
I guess I miss him really badly.
I tried to move on, but it’s hard.
All the guys have no idea how hard it is to be a female.
It makes me sad and mad to see the guys treat us ladies the way they do.
It’s cruel and unusual.
They’re just a bunch of players,
who could care less who they hurt as long as they get laid.
I guess that’s why when I hear or see him my mode changes,
because I know that’s the only reason he asked me out.
It’s really messed up.
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