You all move on and what is left? I am left behind to clean up the mess. The food and the bones and shit you left, forgotten and unwanted; just like me. Forever the girl of someone else's dreams. I had those once; dreams, and ideas and plans for a future. But you stole me from that. You used me, and abused me, and then forced me to clean up after you and your ‘friends.’
You know those men have no respect for you right? They are simply here to wine and dine on your dime. And if the money runs out? They will simply move on to the next chump. The next man who has a dollar or two to throw their way. They will turn on you in a heartbeat, you mean nothing to them.
Much like I mean nothing to you.