The punch to the stomach, the slap to the face
This love is like a b**** fighting race
More then one he always plays
Dont know who to choose at the end of each day
Saying what each one wants to here
Confusing himself on who he holds dear
Unlucky me Im one of those girls
Whose heart got sent into a whirl
Followed my heart, but it was misleading
And in the end my heart was bleeding
Saying sorry doesnt work anymore
It will just end up being like before
In the end I call him the heart slayer
But truth be told, hes just a player
