Too great to care for the need, he filled his days, filled his greed. No love shared, no affection seen, You were a toy, ever so keen. You saw no depth, no respect too, you thought it was for something true. But still, some days, more than a toy, you thought he'd break, and be a joy.

But, who cares? though it was hollow, you would bask, amidst the shallow. It wasn't love, but just a game, to you it was the same old flame. You played a part in the mired mess, dreaming of what could never be.