Used

The feelings of being used

I'm in between hate, love, and finding myself
So hopelessly tethered to your picture on the shelf
To know that you're not hurting, that hurts most of all
To know you were there to watch and laugh when I'd fall
Why'd you have to go and ruin everything?
Why'd you have to tell me all your hopes and dreams?
Here's to feeling like I'm never enough
Here's to giving you all of my love
Here's to distance and longing for what's haunting my head
Here's to doing this over again
Here's to living with all this regret
I've never been a quitter which makes me much more bitter in the end