5/20/98 worthy

i'm not worth the paper you print on
i'm not worth the words you sing
i'm not worth the apple of your eye
i'm not worth a single thing

i'm not worth the needle you use
to prick forsaken skin
i'm not worth the grief you go through
i'm not even worth problems you're in

all these things i can't touch
all these things i can't hold
all these things i can't breathe in
all these things i've been told

i wish i could be worthy
i want to be like you
i hope and dream and pray for me
to insure that i get through

my cry for help is apparent
my love of life is low
my hatred is growing rapidly
and my life will dwindle slow.

i know i'm not worthy of you
i know you could even care less
i wish you knew how my heart aches
but now you only dare to guess.

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