No one.
No one can be trusted.
A hand to be held, a hand to be wasted.
A mouth to be kissed, those lips will be gone.
That boy you knew, that boy is not the One.
He will tease you
hurt you
turn you insane.
Blame you
burn you
hit you
trick you.
He'll tear up your heart and never return.
He'll play those games;
you'll hate him in so many ways.
But you won't resist, oh no,
not when he kisses you
holds you...remember,
hand to hand,
lip to lip,
heart to heart,
he will never love you.

- he he he