"You don't treat me with any care at all

you throw me on the bed

you pin me to a wall

you wouldn't even care if I was dead

being your object for pleasure

is the only purpose I seem to serve

you kiss me and bite me for good measure

I didn't pull away, why did I have the nerve?

maybe I thought it could turn into something

something big, something more

but you only want me in the dark

seeing me as a human is your chore

I don't know why I kept coming back to you

it was so hard to fight the urge

my imperfections disgusted you

and they soon did to me too

I should've known you didn't want me

not as a real person at least

you didn't take the time to see

who I truly was other than my body

you aren't the one to give me flowers

take me on a romantic first date

with me, you aren't going to spend hours

only if you want a treat

I'm an actress in your fucked up fantasy

I don't know why I thought you'd come back to reality,"

[to that one who I thought loved me, when it was really just lust]