You're just another one night stand,
another damaged goods girl on his list,
he'd never really love a pathetic girl like you,
he'll say all the right things the first night,
then throw your number with the others,
until he needs another night of sinful desire,
he'll sugar coat his lies for another night of breaking bones fun,
you'll be another heartbroken Juliet,
that believed you were something special,
keep that hopeless romantic facade for someone else,
this man cares about nothing, but his own sexual needs,
he'll say he loves you; his meaning of love is casual bone breaking sex,
and a lie to get what's underneath your shirt; though he already knows,
you're nothing special, darling, you're just another pathetic girl who fell for his lies,
you fell for his sweet nothings that he whispered; they truly mean nothing.