What do I do now?
Lies,
Truth,
Who can sort them out?
One thing is said,
But another done.
I just don't know,
I just don't know,
I just don't know,
Repeats again and again,
Inside the head.
He says,
You're just being used,
You're being abused.
All for the sake of fun.
All for the sake of "can I do it?"
All of it done to aleviate boredom.
He continues,
They don't really love you.
All they love you for is
A chance to laugh at you
While your back is turned,
And to bring you up just to let you down
He thinks,
They really like you.
They like you a lot.
They like you being their emotional bitch.
They like you because you'll eat the scraps that are thrown.
They like you for being like a toy to them.
Truth,
Lies,
Can He sort them out?
One thing is done,
Because another is said.
Laughter,
Laughter,
Laughter,
Is all that repeats,
Again,
And again,
And again.
What do I do?
When He...
Is Me.
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