What more do I have to be, than me?
No other has ever been so cruel-
to look at me and not see.

I must be too nice for my own good.
You used me when it was easiest
doing anything I would-

I'd oblige to all selfish demands,
Never thinking words spoken were false.
Drawing a line in the sands.

I refuse to be your play toy,
Don't use me at your convenience
No one likes a little boy.