blurred lines

  tell them this girl wore an saint become sinner

wonder how i went from an loser to an winner ? 

 i can tell his parents raised an wonderful son 

 because he had my heart , won 

 that kinda love you only write poems about 

 and i remember how i embarras i felt 

 when i fell out the wheelchair and into the carrier

 i can tell he wore  something special . like heaven sent 

 i moan when he stroke me like a new bought kitten

thought perfect when he said it wore okey that i namedrop you in my damn poetry

but lets face it no poems sounds that great like your vocals and everything wore like an , musical 

how you got me undress and strip - unaware of you still wore in the room and how you look like you eye fucking me with the eye , feeling like that wore hard to disquise and i like how you made me feel so stylish and glam 

like a real friend