You see, my mother always taught me
To never play with another person’s toy
That even if I see it lounging around
It’s just some ploy
For me to give it my undivided attention
And she was always quick to mention
How it was never mine to begin with
And I realize…you were never mine
I’ve been saving up for something like you
The starting price was: my soul and sanity
And a sense of who I used to be 
She got there before I did.
But that girl wasn’t willing to give the full price
The full price of your smile and laughter
With a chance of a happily ever after
A cut in line and a few bargaining methods
Was all it took for her to claim you
And I don’t blame you for letting her whisk you away
Because I can see that you never knew your worth
And for what it’s worth
I’d still be willing to sell whatever piece of dignity
that I have
You see, my mother always taught me not to steal
But when that girl isn’t looking
I borrow
And I decide not to let her know
Because by tomorrow
You would’ve already forgotten the hours I spent trying to
show
You that, I should’ve been your rightful owner.
You’re just the latest toy in her collection
A brief receiver of her limited affection
And judging by the cracks on your surface
It’s not love you need, it’s protection.
And that girl, yes I keep calling her that girl
‘Cause In my eyes, she’s just a careless spender 
And I’m just the hopeless window shopper 
Who’s willing to befriend her, so that
I can spend more time with you.
And maybe we’ll see if her mother taught her,
To give her toys to the less fortunate.