Your the sweetest boy I met, but your type in loving, ain’t just the thing for me, you ruined me, you lied, you cheated, all that for what? What did you accomplish from that? Did I do something wrong to deserve it? Everyone sees a innocent boy when they look at you, but no, you’re the opposite, the type of person to ruin somebody, when I liked you I thought you were sweet but you turned out different, you manipulated me, you lied to my face, all that and you wasted my time, you made me think that you could change me, be someone better, but no, you made me worse. But I’ll still keep your secrets, I’m not that type of girl, I already burned your hoodies and clothes you gave me.