You hated talking when he walked in cause

You like to take precaution when it counted

His name was Brady

He was crazy he had Hair straight from the 80's

And he talked weird

You liked his parents and

They treated you the way

You wished their son did all the time

And you thought you guys were soulmates Cause your names rhymed

And it said so online

But he's not the type for you

And he's not the type to care too

And I hope you dug yourself out of that hole

And i hope you don't listen

To what you were told

You were told

And I hope you let go of the things he said

Cause he let go

But your hands were stained in red

Stained red

He had a thing for girls with problems and He told you he could solve them

If you wanted

He told you let go have some fun

Said he could leave you for anyone

But he wouldn't

You had a mind like i've never seen

With long brown hair and crooked teeth but

A heart of gold

You could've done so much better but you Wasted your potential on him

And I hope you dug yourself out of that hole

And i hope you don't listen

To what you were told

You were told

And i hope you let go of the things he said

Cause he let go but your hands were Stained red

Stained red

I hope you know

He let you go