I am just a vessel
In which men get pleasure
I am just a toy,
For you to use and place back on the shelf.
I am nothing more than a drunken fumble,
A faded memory, or funny anecdote.
The old faithful, that will always be there, still single,
To act as a rebound until someone more suited
You don\'t even pretend to care about my feelings,
You fill my mouth so I don\'t confide in you, or speak out of turn
I lie there, feeling nothing. Empty and hollow inside.
If I could lie here, and just waste away into nothingness I would
For I am just a vessel.