Used

Used is what I feel after I reveal myself to you

and then that side of me becomes all you want.

You don’t want me because I’m cute

You want me so I can be used.

 

I can’t tell you how many times I let myself go like this

Let myself fall into a false sense of bliss.

You give me hope because you think I’m loose,

And because I make my self easy to use.

 

I’d like to stand up and say to you that you are in fact wrong

And that all our future really consisted of was me finding your true colors

But I was blind at the start of my abuse

And I didn’t think I would be used.

 

So here we are at what looks like the end.

I became single for you, and I broke my own heart too.

Here, I tore it out just for you

So maybe you won’t use me again.