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Disposable
What have I become?
Nothing but disposable.
I'm sitting waiting for you to come
despite the fact I'm tired and uncomfortable.
You have stood me up time and time again
but I'm patient with you
just in case there's a hand I can lend
but here I am alone in the cold,
my fingers going blue.
You are not coming,
you never do.
I don't know why this hurts my feelings
It's nothing new...
I am a fool
for thinking I meant something to you,
but you used me like a tool
It's what I'm told you do.
That first day I thought you were interesting,
but you lied about everything
and now there's a stone cold rock where my heart used to be.
I feel nothing now, you see
except anger
oh, I'm boiling in it!
How could I think I'd last forever
I'm just a disposable piece of shit
I've had nothing left except the best of friendship
maybe that's why I became last week's trash
You don't value any relationship
because all you value is other people's cash...
You are dead to me
the pain you put me through is the same as death
Don't call me, leave me be
I'm mourning the loss of my "Friend".
Nothing but disposable.
I'm sitting waiting for you to come
despite the fact I'm tired and uncomfortable.
You have stood me up time and time again
but I'm patient with you
just in case there's a hand I can lend
but here I am alone in the cold,
my fingers going blue.
You are not coming,
you never do.
I don't know why this hurts my feelings
It's nothing new...
I am a fool
for thinking I meant something to you,
but you used me like a tool
It's what I'm told you do.
That first day I thought you were interesting,
but you lied about everything
and now there's a stone cold rock where my heart used to be.
I feel nothing now, you see
except anger
oh, I'm boiling in it!
How could I think I'd last forever
I'm just a disposable piece of shit
I've had nothing left except the best of friendship
maybe that's why I became last week's trash
You don't value any relationship
because all you value is other people's cash...
You are dead to me
the pain you put me through is the same as death
Don't call me, leave me be
I'm mourning the loss of my "Friend".
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