Giving Up

I'm ready to give up hope on the boys,
Cause frankly, they treat girls like toys.

They like one and then another,
then it just becomes a clutter.

The clutter becomes confusion,
and guess who comes out losin'.

I'm never the one chosen,
basically my heart is closin'.

I never know who I could trust,
or who would be into just lust.

I might not have to run,
if I could find someone.

I'll finally win,
if I can find my companion.