You knew I loved him. You knew I wanted you. As soon as he went away for a while, you played your love games with me. Giving me the attention a boyfriend would. Even having sex with me. I didn’t want to date you, but sleeping with you gave me the emotional attachment. Calling me babygirl, i began to like you way more than i originally planned. Why wouldn’t you make me yours? Don’t tell me I’m too young. It’s only 2 years difference. You play me hot and cold. And for some reason, I keep coming back for more.