I'm tired of boys,
And there little games.
I'm tired of their sweet smiles,
That hide their lies.
I want someone I can grow with,
Not one who walks behind me confused.
I know what I want.
I know what I need,
And I'm tired of boys.
Of the little games they play,
Yet know nothing about.
They try to walk in shoes too big for them,
Then they trip on me.
Boys don’t understand me,
So I need one who does.
Someone who is willing to try to understand me.
Who can walk beside me,
And hold my hand.
While we experience the world together.