Used To It

I am used to being used.

I see it happening.

Feel it happening.

But I continue to let it happen.

Because I think I am good for nothing else.

That's a lie.

I know I am good for nothing else.

Sometimes it bugs me.

But most the time I just don't care anymore.

Because the way I figure it...

It's better to be used for something, than nothing at all.