objects

Objects were made to be used, people were made to be loved. The world is falling to pieces because objects are being loved and people are being used. Now I see why that is true, I see it now because of you. You chose the object, Broke my heart. Now my life just fell apart. That little thing of yours I had, that little thing that made you mad. I fixed it and I wore it proud, but to you my love was loud. Is that why you shut me out? And why you shut yourself in doubt? I don't believe it, I simply can't. You chose that thing over me, left me crying, over your love my heart was dying. Enjoy your little ornament, if you believe my love wasn't permanent. Goodbye to you, and don't forget, I'll always remember the day we met.