I feel sad, I feel angry, I feel confused
All of these feelings come because I know that I have been used
Used quite often. But not as much as the drugs that you have chosen to abuse
Feelings feelings feelings...
I feel empty, I feel lonely, I feel hurt
All of this being a result from being treated like something much less then dirt
Once upon a time, you were someone that I couldn't wait to call mine
Now you have me feeling, feeling, feeling every single way but fine
Sad. Angry. Confused. Empty. Hurt.
Every which way I wish I didn't feel
Only because deep down I cant believe this betrayal is actually real.