Story of A Misused Girl

It's a sad sick world we're living in Love is a word thrown around carelessly And here is where the story begins He had her sitting on a pedestal of love More like a lap of his own luxury Because you see She was lost in the emotions that she fed off his egotistic mind control, adoringly She interpreted only what her heart wanted: love But in his sex-driven mind was only filled with his own desires, wants, and needs of Pussy Was all his game was about Feelings and opinions would fade with no doubt She was just one of the girls he played putty in his hands Spoke etiquettely only to get as far as his demands She was too deep into the “love connection” She kept vibin' from his essence Made her believe that he was “the one” Only leading to her own penance She did what she never imagined and he finally reached his goal Said, "Peace out, hoe!” and left so fast, that fucking asshole From then on, the "love" stopped revolving Because she kept on calling, and he stopped responding The chances of a real love never fit his vocabulary Quitting his game was his own worst adversary Because these girls were nothing but "hoes and tricks" New toys to play with, used up ones thrown away depicts His way of living and his personal gain Kept on looking for Easy A’s ‘cause he couldn’t refrain And left alone is a girl with no hope for love Because her perception was skewered by a man using no glove "Who cares about love," she said with a stern face "I get around now for the money, cars, and the chase"