and i don't really mind when he yells at me,
or pulls my hair and tells me to get on my knees.
i don't care when he tells me I've been bad,
or when he makes me scream.
i listen to him when he tells me to look at him,
and i smile coyly to intrigue him.

but he doesn't touch me softly in dim light,
and he doesn't smile when i peak.
he wont hold me close or tell me I'm beautiful.
he wont do it like you.
he's never kissed in outside in the cold under lights.
he cant do it like you.

don't dance with me if you can't tango.



there was not a single spark, and i knew it was wrong,
but i smiled and said it was okay.
because, truth be told it was something i needed.
you told me that you feel this way, and pretend to love you too,
but its really not the same.
and you can feel it too.
This one sided love that comes alive in the dark didn't ignite a single spark (for me)

stop calling me your girl.