Like Used Paper Towels
Your love,
Is like used paper towels
All crumbled around, to see
There's nothing
Nothing
Left, to clean
There's nothing
nNothing
Left for me.
And I find myself wondering
Why
Oh why, else could there be?
And why oh why me?
Do you think, that I, would ever
Be free?
From your love
Your love....it's using me
Your love, oh
Is using me,
What belongs to you
And what belongs to me
Whomever
Wherever
These tears are to be
No warmth
No,
Nothing for me.
To dry my tears on
No 'sort of'
Just nothing.
For me
Your love
Is like, used paper towels
Nothing
Nothing left for me
To dry my tears
Nothing, nothing
For me.
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