Playboy's Code
He was toxic, I was a rose
I had to get away,
I needed to flee.
The more I tried to run,
the better he got of me.
He needed a play thing, and I was his best option,
the innocent naive girl.
When he thought he had it all figured out, he met him doom
He forgot rules
If you play with a rose, you are bound to get pricked
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