Why Is It

I see them staring drooling like I'm dead meat. How is it that, I, a girl, get treated like something to eat. I see them staring. I turn my head, give 'em a smile. I sit around and we talk for a while. Why do they run? You give 'em what they want, and poof, they're gone. I am a girl. I wasn't made for your happiness, maybe, oh maybe, stop being so careless? Take my heart, stolen and then you throw it to the ground. Why do they run? I try to give them the best Is it wrong to want happiness?