Hatred for something so true,
All because it came from you.
You didn't have to put it that way,
Instead of a note, that's all you had to say.
You know the real me,
Which is very hard to believe.
For most know my alter ego Layla,
Who is boastful and mean and one giant playa.
The real me is quiet and shy,
Unlike Layla, not one to meddle and pry.
Like most you fell in love with her,
For she's the side of me that's free as a bird.
Most love her for her personality is hard to miss,
Always fun loving and has an insatiable need to kiss.
That's her downfall, she's got a guarded heart,
And plans to make the boys cry from the very start.
That's the difference between her and I,
I don't like to see people cry.
And it's hard for people to see,
That she's really a part of me.
