And thus I find myself in love once more, Constantly longing for the one I adore. For all I know I’m jumping head first in a trap, Believing what she says is true while others doubt. And so here I am, doing my best day after day, Trying to please her like BK, she wants it her way. So is it really valid to call me a whipped, non pants wearing fool, Or a noble gentleman waiting hours to see her face after school. Are they saying I’m being used, that my love means nothing, tough. All I can do is wonder, is my world enough.