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The Damage You've Done


You used my head You used my heart You used the special concealed part I never showed anyone, But I gave it to you Thought if you could trust me then I could trust you too Guess I was wrong I'm wrong a lot In fact I am wrong More often than not It's to be expected I mean, with your record Lying, using, harming, tick, tick, tick You seem to have done worse than anyone Worser things still and it makes me sick Why are you like this? But why should I care? Not like you ever did; even I was scared Did that really happen, Happen to me? Goodbye to innocence and being free Free from my conscience Free from my mind You make my head ache all the time It's sarcasm when I say "Mmm, yeah, it was fun." So thanks, thanks a lot for the damage you've done
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