I hate myself for this…
I’m such a fool.
I know I’m being used, I know I’m acting irrational and yet…This is what I deserve.
This is what I always get in the end.
For giving my heart out stupidly, I’m punished.
I’m being used, I’m nothing more than a toy for you to play with.
But I’ll still smile because I know you like that.
I’ll smile because I’m addicted to the way you use me.
Even though it’s nothing more than a drug that’s killing me slowly.