You knew it

We both know I am just a little girl getting inside your complicated world.

I am just passing by, I am just too young, I am just too innocent. You don't need to let me know everything about your dark life, even though I promised myself I'd not get scared on knowing it. I told myself I'd be your support, I'd bring you happiness, company, love. Remember that brazilian song?

But you're right. You were not supposed to tell me your whole truth; the unmatched stories would protect me better. I shouldn't need to want to know anything. If YOU want to know, I just wanted our relationship to be true, to be real, even though not long lasting. God has always been telling me, and I've always been telling you: "You're not a man for me". But in the bottom of my heart and my feelings, I wish we could make it. Even knowing about your skills on the art of breaking hearts, even knowing about your collection of women around the world, even knowing you're a professional player. Even knowing that some voice over my head would tell me to do not take it so serious.I thought we could live a temporary love, but true, while it lasted.

Only one more. Now you can take your pen and write down "Brazilian" on your list; jumping to the next country.

I've always known I shouldn't trust you, your stories. I've been tryin to not be so strict with myself, with my feelings. I was, step by step, trying to kick out that little sensor blinking in front of my eyes, telling me about things I shouldn't invest in...I was trying to be flexible, to trust people, to surrender. Don't be so rational, so objective, so realistic. Trying to believe on that cute expression you've told be "...when two people are completely in love...". I've always known you're fake, you're a player, you're a professional. And I'm just a little "daddy's girl" messing up with fire. I got burned and I learned the lesson.

Long conversations that don't show me any truth. Stories, stories, stories. Did I tell you should write a book? I don't need to hear anything else. Especially that I do not have a common sense and I'm just a typical woman. Bullshit. You're just a kid. And this one, I don't wanna babysit.

Do you wanna make it true from now one? Take away that "V.I.P" written by my name on your list, treat me just like one of your bitches and show me that you don't know how to love. Maybe after that, we can start from the beggining, knowing the real you.