Im not your plaything.
Use me, abuse me,
toss me aside.
You love me?
Oh, really?
I have the bruises to prove it.
The blood of your love.
You come back for more
when it appeals to you.
I just turn you on.
You cant help it
you say.
Its my fault
you say.
Ive done it to myself
you say.
Having the courage to leave.
To break the ties that bond.
To sever the strings that burn.
That wound and cut
so deep.
Not your plaything.
You dont owe me a thing.
I dont want your love
your words
your money
your pain.
I just want
to be a real girl.














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