"Immature"

 

I hope you pay,

For the things you say,

I hope one day,

You know it's not okay.

 

I don't care anymore,

My heart's not sore,

You were such a bore,

I closed the door.

 

Immature you were to me,

Why can't you let me be?

I can plainly see,

How immature you were to me.

 

You call me rude things,

With those stupid rings,

Those stupid dings,

Don't bother my things.

 

You're an immature boy,

And I'm not your toy,

Quit being so coy,

You immature boy.

 

~ Heather A. 9/14/00