People Are Not Disposable

I'm just sitting writing letters to myself But I haven't yet divined the reason why Ruminating on the currency while hoarding all the wealth As I'm patiently awaiting your reply The object of regret and yet life goes on, I have been remiss to exist so long, Every breath a personal insult. "I think therefore I am" doesn't carry much weight, I am just surprised I've survived of late. How can you see the same things so differently? I just wanted to believe That I could see it in your eyes I'm just so tired and lonely Do you wanna know me? And I'm not trying to deceive In a fatuous disguise My mask is slipping but I'm fine What's yours is mine Burned alive. Burned alive. How can I still burn in a vacuum? Apostatic adulation Coabet expostulation More abstract yet more defined More desperate more intertwined I scratch the skin until it peels The dogs are snapping at my heels I have no other card to show Yet round and round and round we go again. People are not disposable. I just wanted to believe That I could see it in your eyes I'm just so tired and lonely Do you wanna know me? And I'm not trying to deceive In a fatuous disguise My mask is slipping but I'm fine What's yours is mine There's a feeling that I get when I'm feeling fine, That there's a veil and a chalk outline. And I check my pulse to see if it's mine. I scratch the skin until it peels The dogs are barking at my heels I'm realising far too slow We had no other place to go You disposed of me Because I disposed of you. People are not disposable. I could see it in your eyes What's yours is mine