I was your whipping boy
And you didn't need to tie me to your post
Because I kept coming back.
You sold me on your idea of love
And me, the stupid human boomerang,
Always returned to you.
There are no stronger chains than
The ones you put on yourself.
And I was your whipping boy.
Convinced myself you wouldn't do it
Again, but lo and behold
You did it time after time, and made me
Believe it was my fault. Because, I think,
I didn't understand what love was.
I was your whipping boy, such a great
Plaything for you, a living being who
Learned to loathe himself without you
And put up with what you gave me
Rather than have the heart to walk away.
Isn't that what a whipping boy is?
I was a good one, I think you see.
He didn't need to tie me up or do anything. I just decided I wasn't worth anything better.