I'm sick of being used
I'm not some toy to pick up
And when something shiny comes along
To discard in a decrepit box of dust
It's not right
I deserve someone as much as you do
Except you have many choices
And I do as well
So why time and time again
Do I bother choosing you
When I could have someone else
Someone who accepts me also
Why should I change to become more like you
When I'm not even wanted just there by luck