The flood of tears

I learned your story,
I know how it goes,
You move to a new state,
A new city,
A new life,
You find a girl,
You think she looks pretty,
Then you tell her anything,
Tell her what she wants to hear.
Then,
She goes out with you,
And she'll think she has it all.
But, I've learned your story.
I know how it goes.
You'll lie,
You'll pout,
You'll do whatever you want,
You give the girl hope,
But then you tell her you've had better.
I've learned your story,
I know how it goes.
I used to be that girl.
I thought I had it all,
I didn't,
I was just like all those other girls,
I wasn't all that different,
Except for the fact,
That I acted,
Just,
Like,
You,
I told the jokes you told,
I walked the way you did,
I was you,
And you were me,
But, we had only just met.
I've learned your story.
I know how it goes.
You say you were named after a great man,
Who was told by God,
To save every man,
From the flood.
But, you have saved no one.
God has warned you of no flood.
But, the only flood you have created,
Is the flood of tears.
My tears.
I have learned your story.
I know how it goes.
You shall move on,
A new state,
A new city,
A new life,
And soon,
A new flood.