You treat me like an object
you can use and use again
but I am not a play thing
and I have never been.

I am not a toy to play with.
I am not a tool to use.
I am the emotional person
who you once said you knew.

But now you have moved on with life
and left me far behind.
You play with my emotions,
you tinker with my mind.

I hate the way you treat me,
I hate the way I feel
because in the end I know most
these feelings are so real.

Don't treat me like an object.
Treat me like I am me.
Don't play with my emotions.
Don't make me so angry.