WIth you I am just a toy,
I am the one who feeds your ego,
the one who gives you pleasure,
when you are done and tired,
you would throw me away,
hoping that I would not feel anything,
when others cant fulfill you, you would come back,
as though I am your only one,
because you know,
my heart would always be opened,
you seek others and find a better one,
brand new, even better looking,
yet you complain,
that the others are not like me,
again,blind hope is given to the ugly toy,
but, i know you wont come back,
cant you see?
no one would love you as much as I
an idiot who would bruise her own heart,
if this was not a mental torture,
I would be half dead.
