Can't You Tell She Regrets This?

Can't you tell she regrets this?
Every time you kiss her,
She wants to stop it.

But she can't because she wants you,
And tries to believe every one of your lies,
And to get through the night,
By taking pills, with glazed over eyes.

The only way to stop the pain
Of the feeling of being used,
Is swallow stuff she doesn't even know of,
And then gets into bed with you.

Why do you use her?
She's the best you'll ever have;
Why do you hurt her?
Does it turn you on to see her sad?

Imagine if she didn't have you,
How succesfull she could've been,
Without some selfish little boy
Playing her as he pleased.