By heart Song
Date: 4 January 1999

The User

You, I believe prey on unsuspecting maidens
who believe in the magic of true love, 
but find that you are not a giver, but a thief.
That what you give is not magic, but a curse.
And you but turn and go another way.
Finding other innocent prey.
You say you are used, but you are the user.
You think it but a game to leave broken hearts, wills, and lives.
You think you are strong because others crumble but you do not.
You think it is your right because you were once hurt.
You would make the whole world suffer because you do?
You are wrong!
You are weak!
You are not the winner, but the loser!
And there is nothing I will feel for you except pity.
What else is there you deserve.
What else is there you will except.