In this shed called life
there are many tools
and you My dear
are just one of many.

You feign intrest
in things I hold dear.
You pretend to like me
so what if just as friends.

But I can see past your lies
I can see past your flattery
You just want to use me
for your own sick
entertainment.

As the days go by
your intrest fades
and the truth starts to rise.

I knew from the begining
I knew your cruel sick game.
But I played along anyway
I knew the ending.

You're just another tool in the Shed
The shed called life.
I just wish
I hadnt been
the object
of
your
project.