You made me hurt so deep inside; you took my confidence; you�re not on my side. You made me feel pain when I wanted joy; all you do is treat me like a toy. You think you can play with me, but now you see, the toy�s been broken, which is me. Yes, you broke me, I have to say, I used to think about it everyday. I must say, I would lay�lay and think, lay and cry, lay and just wonder why. But now I know I�m only your toy if I play, but I�m sick of the same old game of despair and sorrow. I know you�ll think about me again tomorrow and the game we used to play, but I don�t think about you anymore, because I�ve shut the door. You�re not getting to my core, because the door is locked and I have the key, and you�ll never get it away from me!
By
RacHel GenEva MilLer
06/05/2003 And
Holly
