I used to dream

When I was young
I prayed so hard
that one day I'd give my heart
to someone that cared,
for someone that shared
the same wants as me
the same desire to be free
from all the lies and hate
from all deciet that did grate
against my every nerve.
But what's this?
I've found not that,
but someone else to hold.
to speak with and cuddle in the cold.
He made me very weak.
Until one day he came to speak
with me on that day.
The day I saw he was no more than
every awful man.
That was the day I saw his plan.
To use me like a rag,
throw me away into a bag
with others who had been used.
By this same boy,
they'd been abused.

He did not care for my well being.
He only cared that I'd be seeing
what he wanted me to.
And that was the day his plan fell through.