It hurts to know they think I used them, nothing more,
That I cared only for their bodies, and nothing at the core.
They never took the time to know the heart inside,
Now I wear the mask of a villain, with nowhere to hide.

I tried to show them who I was, deeper than the skin,
But all they see is someone playing a game to win.
They don’t see the care, the love I tried to give,
Now I’m just the one who took, while they relive.

I’m painted as the one who saw them as a toy,
As if I only sought to break, to use, and destroy.
But I am not that man, that’s not the truth I know,
I wanted something real, but they’ll never see it show.

Now I stand as the villain in their tainted view,
A stranger to the heart they never really knew.
I wish they’d look beyond the scars and what they claim,
To see the soul behind the name they chose to blame.