We'll never be close, I'll never confide in you. You can blame it on me, But remember what you didn't do. On that scary ride at Disney, I was five and called for mommy,
I’m your property, You think, looking at me. I’m your droid, You’re a child with a toy. Play and have your fun, Stuff me in a box when it’s done. I must stay the same,
You're cursing me out about common courtesy. Too mad to laugh about the irony. Every week it's another little thing, That causes you to go insane. Later you give me money as a sorry,
Three miles were walked, A mile spent getting lost. The Florida sun started to burn, And my feet began to hurt. This was an uninvited visit, One you would never elicit.
The first was the classic anti-male archetype, Only perpetuating all that silly misandrist hype. He left me abused, with shattered trust once again, Making me forget who I have always been.
