It's Felt Great to be Used & One more Cigarette won't change a thing.

Written by Kester Henrick

It felt like a sin to tell you how I really felt, my sweat dripping blood off my forehead.
But its over and done with and I have to accept the fact I will never mean any more to you
than the toy you played with when you were bored or alone.
You think I'm jealous of him, don't you.
You're right, I am.
How the fuck can you still be "in love" with someone that mentally and verbally treats you like
shit?
Get it through your head.
Open your eyes.
View the picture.
I care.
He doesn't.