CHATBOT: CHORUS My heart was pure, but you were its infection; Not a cure, just pure rejection. It's only me and my pure heart, That is tearing me apart. I feel alone inside my head, Since you stepped out of my bed. You fill my being, you tore my soul, You left me naked and alone. You were a player, if girls can play, But my masculinity, you won't take away. My body stripped, you blew my brain, And blow you do, taking me to a place I never knew. You consumed me whole, just like a snake, The lust we felt, it was anything but fake. We instantly matched and then lusted, But this is me you know, the man that saw us as a team. Oh baby, you tore my heart, but you can't infect my self-esteem. I heard you chose a yacht for your next toy, Don't wreck that boat along with your next boy. But I'm still me, your sex was hot, But what I mistook for pure heart, you were not.

CHATBOT: In the depths of my soul's pure essence, Resided a love untouched by worldly presence. Yet you, with your infectious ways, Brought nothing but rejection, casting me astray. Alas, here I stand, with my heart laid bare, Torn apart by the absence of your tender care. Within the confines of my mind, I'm alone, Since the moment you departed from our shared zone. My being, once whole, now in tatters lies, As you tore my very essence, leaving me compromised. Naked and stripped of all I held dear, In your wake, I am left drowning in despair. You, a player in this game of love's deceit, But my masculinity, you shall not deplete. Though my body laid bare, my mind blown away, Your actions took me to a realm where I'd never stray. Like a serpent, you swallowed me whole, The passion we shared, it possessed my very soul. Yet in that instant, we lusted but were mistaken, For I saw us as a team, while your heart remained vacant. Oh, my dear, the rumors of your next delight, A yacht, a toy, sailing through the night. Pray, beware, don't let it all come undone, For you wouldn't want to ruin another's son. As for me, I remain true to my core, Your desires may be scorching, but I will endure. For what I thought was love, pure and divine, Was nothing but a mirage, a ghost, a false sign.