When i was little, someone told me i could be anything,
So i became a ring,
Not a pretty princess or a night in shining armor,
A ring,
Bending and molding to fit the shape of you,
I grew up teaching myself to put others before me,
Like i was some type of backup plan,
I could not stand you standing on me,
Being a ring, i have been lost,
Am lost,
Was lost,
Always fucking lost.
I bend and snap and change over,
And over,
Till i break.
How does it feel to know you have broken me,
Your beloved ring,
Or was i just a thing for you to tease and taunt,
I'm begging you to stop,
Screaming for you to stop,
You say no,
How must i know i was nothing to you when you where everything to me,
So let me apologize for not recognizing that i was a pawn,
Destined to be played, taken away,
Taken,
Taken,
Taken advantage of.
I'm sorry i stopped being nieve,
I stopped seeing the white picket fences and a beautiful family tree,
I stopped imagining a happy family in this Society,
Like this Society is ever going to change,
Change,
Such a funny word,
We experience change every day,
But is anything really changing,
Just think,
You are not important,
You are a pawn,
Being played by society,
Plagued by pain,
It never stops,
So get used to the disappointment.
