To my old self of the past:
You will love but it won’t last,
It will all move very fast,
And then you will feel cheated.
You will start out fresh and new,
But you won’t have any clue,
And the way he looks at you
Will make your skin feel heated.
But the shine will turn to rust,
He will take from you your trust,
And under the spell of lust
You won’t know you’re mistreated.
You will say that it’s alright,
Though his grip is far too tight,
And you will put up no fight,
But still you’ll be defeated.