"Steven."

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Steven said he loved me
He saw the beauty through my sweat-drenched T-shirt

Steven whispered something to me
When I took it off, but I'm known to be curt

Steven, what if they see me
Don't be insecure
Steven gave me
Cherries, sweet Maraschino for sure

Steven left me
Blaming me
Left me
Here naked with stained skin from cherries

Sweet Maraschino for sure

Left me here, saying

Soon they'll find out your queer
They're always looking, I don't know you're so sure
I'm the sweetness on you skin
So I'm leaving before it begins
Who knows, they already know, you just don't know
Your mom knows so it's time you believe

So before you tell me to leave

This love was tailored by your parental deceit 

You never said you love me

You never said you want me

So put your clothes back on

Before I do more than just leave.

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