Please, Make Up Your Mind

Why don’t you make up your mind?

 I tired of your sick mind,

You seem to change it every second,

Every day I sigh at you,

Who do you like now?

It’s someone else,

Of course.


Make up your mind,

Or forget about it,

You are such a player,

Oh, get over it,

I hate your pride and changing mind,

Just pick someone before you break my heart.


You come to school,

With someone on your mind,

You gave your heart,

To someone,

Not my kind.


I hate the way you break my heart,

Why don’t you just stick with one?

Or else I plan my revenge,

Stop changing your mind about the ton of girls that you have on your brain.

The End

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