And now the truth comes out…
I feel used and thrown away, like a rag.
I feel like she used me with everything she had.
Maybe it ws all good, maybe it was all bad…
All the good times we had
Seemed like nothing to worry about.
But that I look back, it could have been me being used.
She could have used me for love, for romance, for a boy toy.
I could have even been used as arm candy
And an arm ornament for all I know.
Maybe she was the vicious kind I was trying to avoid all this time.
Maybe my family and friends were right,
Maybe I was being used.
But maybe, just maybe, they were wrong.
But at this point I honestly could care less about either.
I do not know what to do or what to believe anymore…