Your loving words, eyes filled with wonder
Your sweet deception nothing but a soul’s stain
Lies, opaque lies piercing through my thin heart
Was I nothing more than worthless cellophane?
You used to marvel and revel
In the people we were, in the person I am
Then upside-down and inside-out
To you I’m nothing more than crumpled cellophane
No longer, you need naught but faint memories
Rustling like the feel of our love’s remains
What of me? What of my needs?
Am I really just soulless cellophane?
Pick me up, stay with me for a while
Then toss me aside without a glance
I’m disposable, replaceable
Nothing more than some cellophane
And you walk right by me
You look right through me
Never caring if I feel the pain