You're the type that loves them ones like Drake
But fucks them ones like Chris Brown
You sing'em a slow love jam
But cheat
When the club mix hits
You always asking:
Why they always wanna hurt me?
Why they always wanna treat me so bad?
You never ask:
What made him so cute?
What made him so sexy?
Why do I remember every word he said?
Why do I remember everything he did?
Why didn't it ever matter?
You're the type that wants love
You're the type that feels it in all of the wrong places
You're the type that lets a broken heart lead
You’re the type that listens to dysfunctional minds
You don't even know your name any more
You don’t even know who you are
You'll figure it out one day.
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
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