Disposable
Worthless
(I just want a nice girl)
the salty tears glide
down the slopes of my face
I suppose I brought this on myself
I let myself feel again
let the walls tumble down
and the pain sauntered right in
taking residence in my heart once again
(don't be mad, but you're not a nice girl)
disposable
worthless
left here feeling sad again and again and again
I wanted to feel things with you
(can't we talk?)
but why should I have the luxury of emotion?
I'm worthless,
disposable
...forgettable.

(originally written 06/17/01)