I'm no ones comfort blanket that can be tossed and lost.
Picked up in the night but dropped by light.
I just want to be treated right.
My heart is sick of all you ****** who think Its ok to pick me up for kicks and licks on lonely nights,
dropped when you're feeling alright.
I just want to be treated right.
I'm left with This spite and want to fight you.
I hate this bitterness you've caused in side me.
My heart has reached a new low,  
a large portion now devoted to caution.
I just wish you could know.