A "Play Thing" That Got Old

I opened my heart,
Let his soul in
If I had known what I know now...

He took advantage of my naive vision of love,
Threw me into a never-ending nightmare.

The night I saw him, I thought he was beautiful,
Novel...

[Unique]

How wrong I was, and now,
I\'m sitting here, sore and cast off
A used rag, a dirty tissue.

___A play thing that got old.

Am I covered in dust?
Out of style?
Not the latest rage?

I'm sorry that I'm not a plastic figurine
And that I can't always be there when you want "pleasure".

But I am not something that can just be cast aside
I'm not a "toy" that is disposible
And I will live on to make your life Hell.