Star, Much?

Who do you think you are?

What do you think she is?

She isn’t your plaything,

Not your toy, not your nothing.

She isn’t your easy slut,

She isn’t the one night stand,

She isn’t a rumor you can spread,

Not your toy, not your nothing.

Push her down then make her cry,

And you don’t even care.

Give what isn’t yours to give,

Leaving someone else to pick up the pieces.

She bleeds and she falls,

She dreams and she smiles,

She prays and she lives,

SHE DOESN’T NEED YOU.

Who do you think you are?

What do you think she is?

You aren’t her desire,

Not her dream, you’re her nothing.

You aren’t her Prince Charming,

You aren’t the reason for her smiles,

You aren’t the one she points to, giggling,

Not her dream, you’re her nothing.