The Year 2006

Got up freezing this morning,
It is now 2006,
Staring at this face,
I thought I had it all.

I hated the wild thoughts,
"You can't be that repulsive!"
I believe there's good in you,
But the fact is, there's none.

I am, I am a discarded toy.
Wrestled around for that first few minutes,
Thrown aside for the next few years,
Well, that's my networth.

Have I given in too much?
Was I overzealous and clingy?
You toyed me, you fooled me.
But why, why could I feel you so real?