This is my heart! It's not a toy.

I feel so used,
so fucked up,
so dry.
What's wrong with you?

How could you continue to do this to me?
Flip flop your fucking feelings.
Throw me around like I'm your fucking toy.
What in the world is wrong with you?

Did I do something to deserve this?
What have I ever done to you?
Not a single thing!
Damn it girl, whats wrong with you?

I'm sorry I don't have a penis to please you.
I don't want one, I'm one hundred percent sure.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfection you want.
Jesus christ what the fuck is wrong with me?

What did I ever do to make you play these games?
What did I ever say that made you hate me quite this way?
Why do you have to fuck with my head, don't you know it hurts?
What us wrong with me?

I feel like such a doll,
in your doll house or terror.
This is my heart,
fuck you it's not a toy.

I'm not here to please you when you need it.
I'm not around for you to abuse this way.
I'm not a doll,
I won't stay behind your four evil walls.

I gave up on you,
on whatever this was.
I gave up on your pain,
on your immaturity.

You need to grow up,
suck it up.
You're just to immature for me anyway.
You never treated me right anyway.

You're way to old to do things like this.
Trying to control me,
call the shots, think you own it all.
Well hows it feel, I'm calling the shot now.

You were so bad I kept my receipt.