i've come to learn that once bitten, twice shy
doesn't apply to me at all.
because through every bite you gave me,
i just sat there in awe.
but you said you wouldn't hurt me,
but you said you'd always care,
but you said that i was your
"you were an easy lay,
and i had a good time."
i'd celebrate your honesty, but it seems that i've always had a soft spot for liars.