The Used (Working Title)

You trapped me —You trapped me with your childish eyes and
Gained knowledge of me through conversing. Times were joyous for
You and me, I thought, But you only saw me through a mask —
Sending me temptations and giving me hope.

We exchanged hearts, or at least I gave you mine.
You said you have me yours, but was yours really mine?
And if what was mine was yours, but what was your wasn’t mine,
Then was I left with just a hollow cavity filled with tales of
falsehoods and lust.

But once my mask was gone, your lust was gone as well,
And so where you, and for all I know you’d gone
To die in your grave and your flesh to rot,
Engulfed in a puddle – silenced by your shallow reality
Of the hurt you caused me – the pain, the tears
And I’m left to mop them up.