I am realizing I seem to be a toy
Passed on from boy to boy
Told I'm loved by one, then by many
None of them meant it, not any
I am just a doll that is a common interest for no more than a second
I feel like my sanity is being threatened
I have feelings, but then I don't, confused and hurt by each guy
Driven by a passion to believe each and every lie
I want to be loved and that's why I follow
But left here in a puddle of my own tears I shall wallow
Till the next guy walks bye with his sweet word
Only to yet again cause my mind to flutter like the wings of a bird
Believing yet again that he could be the one
Just to break up the next day, week, month to see that we are done
A toy I am and a toy I shall be
And if it continues, these boys will see
When you break a toy there is a consequence
And I will burn the memory of myself in their conscience