When you are little you played with toys

When you are older you became the toy

You sat there hearing these words of praise

But jokes on you because its just a game

It’s said to you its said to the others, its all the same

You knew what you were getting yourself into

You knew the trust was not their strong suit

Before you, you watched them play the game with someone else

Hell, you contributed to the game

You get sick of the game, and you want more

You fight with yourself over what to do

You try to leave them, you try to quit the game

Jokes on you again, because there is no end to the game

They give you a speech, how the game is over, your the only one

Jokes on you round three, because you fell for it

You spent hours on hours with them, you let them trick you

You see hints all over, that show that there was no game over

You end it, but you were in way to deep

Once again, you get a speech, another paragraph of lies

You fall for it again, you look so dumb

Within a week, you end it again 

You see them out, you don’t say a word

Now you sit here, numb

Numb to how you could let yourself fall in the trap

Numb how karma came back around and kicked your ass

Numb to how you feel for them against your will

Numb to not knowing if they are numb too

You don’t know how you became the toy

and all you know is that it blow 

and that the game is finally over, except only for you.