A girl and a boy,
loud music and joy,
move into the night,
no need for the light.
Ignorant and naive,
she wilingly recieves,
his compliments without,
a touch of any doubt.
The morning then comes,
her heart beats like a drum,
in his arms she now waits,
while he plots his escape.
Now she's all alone,
sat all day by her phone,
why didn't she see,
this is all she would be?
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