running through alley ways
i came across a woman
strange hands had she
and a strange pair of eyes
she took me by my arm
and gave a cold stare
warned me quietly
“Every night say your prayers
the streets are filled with players
they play with your heart
through their glares
i am the one who fell
for their snares,
twenty years from now
‘tis me into whom you’ll turn
boys always leave you as you burn,
so from twenty years back
here i am,
don’t look for love in boys
even if it is that you desperately lack”
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