i was all over him

 I was all over him.

It was fun, I was free; 

I feel eery , I felt completed.

I crushed and got crushed.

I told myself it´s just a boy, 

years later I´m still trying to avoid.

You stole my hability to love,

keep it in a golden locket

 in your ugly jacket´s pocket.

You stole my innocence and hope,

but even now 

if you came back we would elope.