Another Arrow

It’s just too hard to look at you
I can’t believe you demanded this from me.
Who gave you permission to break me inside?
I’d be too choked to disagree.

I gave it all up and I offered it to you
Only for you to turn it into another thing you had.
Why would you play it, why would you loose it?
Why would you lie about something like that?

Don’t tell me that you weren’t flattered
Don’t tell me that you didn’t want it.
Even though I’m not like them, I don’t wear fishnets
I don’t taste of cherry Chap Stick.

I can remember those days, seven months before
When you were just another person I knew.
The minute I lost that, the minute I was honest
It was clear that we were through.

Everytime we’re forced to speak
I’m just the one who keeps on talking.
I’m not in orange; I’m not in blue or silver
My black just keeps me boring.

And I hate the fact, because I’m divided from them
You obviously don’t ever want to know.
You tease me, dropping hints and private jokes
I’m juvenile, I fall for it and it shows.

Standing next to me; you ignore and I hate it
You pay attention when I beg, yell, reason and pout.
And even then, you don’t like what I’m saying
And you always throw me out.

I shouldn’t have proceeded, it was my own fault
But all the same, it wasn’t yours at all to borrow.
You didn’t rip a hole, you didn’t cause a scar; it didn’t bleed
You were just another arrow.