Do you know what it feels like to be used?
To be just a replacement because you couldn't get your first choice of girl you wanted?
You took her by the hands,
Showed her those dreams you had for you and your number one girl.
Made her believe they were for her until she fell for you.
You marked her heart, as you would to your belongings.
And she didn't mind, she was finally living her dreams.
Now she sits here, beside a old wooden piano
Trying to make do of what exactly happened to her.
She longed to believe that it wasn't true.
That she wasn't a replacement,
That you actually cared.
But who is she fooling?
She meant nothing to you.
She may have loved you
But you just thought of her as a object to pass your time,
Until you got your real girl.
Now I ask again.
Do you know what it feels like to be used?
To be just a replacement because he couldn't get his first choice of girl he wanted?
