Friday, October 28, 2016

Boys Will Be Boys




You don’t have to tell me that boys will be boys
It’s well understood they grow bored of their toys
So now that I see I have lost my appeal
Somebody tell me the way I should feel
 
I know I don’t own you, you’re totally free
To graze in a pasture more pretty than me
Although it may pain me, it’s plain as the day
Your fickle attention has wandered away
 
And I am no shepherd, I let it slip by
Swallowed by darkness where dreams come to die
Though it may feel like a vicious assault
Boys will be boys, so it isn’t your fault

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