• Used,
    then thrown away,
    (much like the garbage)
    You could say...
    Teased,
    Pleased,
    but only halfway...

    Hating this feeling,
    this feeling of dread,
    all these thoughts,
    float 'round in my head...

    Why was I so weak?
    What went wrong?
    I tried to resist,
    I thought I was strong...

    The worry might kill me,
    may bring the end,
    one way or another,
    no way we can be friends...

    You're too much of a temptation,
    too much to bear,
    I can't stand the pressure,
    Of you in my hair...

    If he never forgives me,
    I won't be alright,
    then again, I deserve it,
    I won't put up a fight...

    Even though I love him,
    I still did him wrong,
    still broke his trust,
    didn't take very long...

    I hope he can forgive me,
    if he ever finds out,
    'Cause he is the everything,
    I can't live without...