I thought we were friends, I must of thought wrong, Because you played me Like a deck of cards. I was not special, You passed me around Treated me like a gourmet feast, To be shared with all your friends. You did not realize with every bite Of me you ate, You swallowed My soul. I thought you cared. Apparently I was only, Only - a toy. To be shared with many. Never truely loved, Not special. Not even a friend. Just a toy. I was wrong to have trusted, Wrong to have cared, I tought if I only, I let you do your heart's foolish desires, You would eventualy, Come to love me. But please forgive me. I was only young, Young and naive.
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