when you're caught in my stare
that's when I know I could
get the best of you
but you twist it around like a knife
and of me, you make the stupiest
woman in the world
I used to be the reward
I used to be the tug
at the beginning of the war
but no one wants
what someone else has broken
if you let me go
I hope you know
you will still see me
not like a ghost
not in a dream
I'm not really there
when I feel you looking at me
and I always wonder what
you're trying to see
but you look at me,
like you're so angry at
just the memory of me
I used to be the laughter
I used to be the happily ever after
now I'm the stick in your wheel
no one wants what's
already been used