Here I go again.
Hoping boys will finally turn into men.
They think cheating and playing with our hearts is fun.
Then they try to make it up to you by calling you hun.
They call us my love, sweetie, baby, honey.
They just think that messing with our emotions is funny.
Most men are rotten to the core.
After what I've been through, I don't want any more.
I'll just sit in the meadow watching the wind blow through my hair,
With the knowledge that life isn't always fair.