I hope you know br That being used br And abused br Is a pain br That never leaves br Those who seem to love br Being the user br The abuser br Seem to try to find me br So they can introduce me br To another form of pain br Those jerks br Who think that I, br An innocent victim, br Am just another game br To be played br I have sworn br That it will never happen again br Yet I know it will br In my frantic search br To find “the one” br Who will hold me br Love me br Yet all those I meet br Never measure up br All those I meet br Know nothing br Of loyalty br Of love br Those that I meet br Know only of their desires br And believe that every person br Is just another piece br Of entertainment br Meant for one night br Of pleasure br And to be thrown out br The next morning br This continues br In a never-ending circle br Why this happens br I’ll never know br And lucky me br I get to be part br Of many circles br Why do men think br That my time br Is theirs? br It doesn’t make sense br The more I live br The more I get burned br The dating field br May as well be br A field filled br With bleeding hearts br Mine has been sliced br And diced br By many hands br By those users br The abusers br Who seek me out br Those jerks br Why choose me? br What have I done? br Please, br I need to knowbr br Laura Thackerbr br