Silly Boy

They always said I was a silly boy, but I never took it to my heart 

Until I let him play me like a toy, and treat me like a work of art 

You might wonder what is wrong with that, it's simply that a work of art is an object 

I am more than a painting or a melody or a project 

I did something very silly, it was to give him access to my credit card 

He told me that times were tough and finding food to eat was hard 

He used my body selfishly, like it was his for the taking 

And when he left me with the bills, it was my heart that was breaking 

He had planned this all along, he knew I wasn't the brightest 

And that I loved him so much, I wouldn't let him suffer even the slightest 

He loved me not for me, but for the ability to fill his shopping cart 

He always joked about that, so I really should've known it from the start