Used like a toy

it al seems so good.
everything looks so fine.
i tought he unterstood.
i tought he was mine.
but everything was i lie,
everything was a dream.
but i can't move on with my life,
I woke up, and i started to scream.
i didn't know what happend,
i don't know why i love that boy.
i get a strange feeling,
i feel used, like a toy.
But i have to go on with my life,
and i have to stop crying.
from the outside a normal happy beautiful girl,
but from the inside, she's dying.

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