When I was younger I would have seen past her flaws, tell myself her past didn’t matter…
Like my love was the strongest in the world, and I could clean up her life’s disasters…
I would have treated her better than her last, walks in the park and love letters…
Would of told her all my deepest secrets, but not now, I know better…
I knew she had it hard by her eyes, she needs a helping hand, usually I would offer mine…
Kiss away the tears while she cries, my heart wanted to save her by design…
She’s looking for love, she’s looking at me, it could be her and I together…
I want to take her under my wing but please, I know better…
Sh*t I’ve seen it all before, played the rebound, been a crutch…
To one that wasn’t with me because she wanted but needed, always needed too much…
A broken heart if not healed shatters others, and though I know that I can get her…
The fact is, hurt people end up hurting people plus I knew better…
She’s fresh out of a relationship, she was with her ex for years…
She doesn’t want me, she’d accept any soul right now to wipe away her tears…
Jus for the chance to feel wanted again, and secure, wearing her emotions like a sweater…
She’s walking danger to an unaware stranger, jus not to me see, I knew better...