if i were a boy

If I were a boy, I’d never make her question,

If she was beautiful or worth my affection.

I’d hold her heart like it’s something made of gold,

Never leave her crying, feeling empty and cold.

I’d learn her little fears, every scar she hides,

Be the peace she needs when the world’s unkind.

I’d never play with love just to feed my pride,

Or make her feel alone with me by her side.

She shouldn’t have to beg for the bare minimum,

Wonder why she’s not enough when she’s giving everything.

You can break a heart without a single goodbye,

Just by making her feel invisible while looking in her eyes.

If I were a boy, I’d love her like she mattered,

Never leave her pieces on the floor all shattered.

I’d remind her every day she’s more than what she sees,

Be the arms she runs to, not the reason that she bleeds.

You’re just a boy, you don’t understand how it feels to break a woman’s heart.

To watch her lose herself while she’s been loving you from the start.

If I were a boy, I’d never let her fall apart.

I’d never call her crazy for the tears she cries,

Or make her feel replaceable with somebody else’s eyes.

I’d never use her kindness like a weakness I could bend,

Or make her scared to love because of how our story ends.

I’d show her love in actions, not just words across a screen,

Be the man I promised, not the ghost inside her dreams.

’Cause a woman can forgive you, but the pain can leave a mark,

And the girl who used to trust you might get scared to love again.

One day she’ll stop asking why she wasn’t enough,

Stop chasing your attention, stop confusing pain with love.

And you’ll see her walking stronger than the girl you pushed away,

But you can’t undo the damage just by begging her to stay.

If I were a boy, I’d protect the love she gave me,

Never make her feel alone when she was standing right beside me.

I’d remind her she’s a queen, never treat her like she’s small,

‘Cause the strongest-looking women can be hurting most of all.

You’re just a boy, you don’t understand how it feels to break a woman’s heart.

You can say you never meant it, but that doesn’t heal the scars.

If I were a boy, I’d love her right from the start.

She never needed perfect.

She just needed you to care.

To love her like you meant it,

And to show up and be there.

If I were a boy…

She’d never have to wonder if she mattered.