I am the used. Done things for others but got nothing back. Went out on a limb, picked up the slack, Only got jacked, and I only get smacked.
I am the used. A little confused. Why I put myself in those Situations, then get hit in the nose. Ignoring the thorns on the rose. I guess it just shows, When it comes to exchanging blows, I'm the one that never knows When to fight my foes.
I am the used. Let her get away with murder Cuz I don't want to hurt her. So I turn the other cheek Turn a blind eye and I don't peek. I know it's because I'm weak. I'm complacent and I'm meek. I try to smile when things look bleak.
I am the used. A little abused On the ground bloody and bruised, Judged and accused. It's not the life I choose But I always find an excuse To change my views.
Sceleratus Rex · Wed Jun 28, 2006 @ 04:09pm · 0 Comments |