Physical things don't matter
they have no meaning
no value
It doesn't make sense to me
Why do I...
Why should I place such value
So much emotional, personal value
On something that doesn't matter to someone else?
Should it even matter to me?
It's just a picture
An audio tape
a shirt
a set of Pokémon cards
It's just a few words scribbled on a picture

No
No it's not
It's a glimpse into the past, frozen as is in time
It's an audio recording of a loved one's voice
A physical reminder that it wasn't all a wonderous dream
Proof that your little sister loves you
Proof that you were brave enough to get close to a Backstreet Boy

So how can you sit there and say
you could throw it all away?
Does it mean so little to you?
Don't you care?
Should I be as indifferent as you?
Okay, so yeah, go ahead
Throw away that shirt, puh-lease
It's just one of the few physical things I have left
of my two summers of happiness
It's just a plain, white polo-styled short sleeved shirt
It's gross 'cause it's sweat stained under the arms
I can pick up another one at Wal-Mart

No
I tried to hide it, but She found it anyway and threw it out when I wasn't home
Or maybe I was home, sulking in my room,
remembering how happy I'd been Now one of my treasured items is gone
I'm sure it's still physically on the planet; Molding and decaying in
some landfill
But hey, I've got pictures of me wearing it, standing next to
him and.....Oh, right. You ripped those up and threw them away
too. Hmm
Well, at least I have the memories, up here
Or do I?
Did I really work at an amusement park? Was it all a dream?
And like a dream, what little memories I have are fading
I can't remember what he looks like or sounds like
I'd taped him talking *I was so sneaky, he never
knew I did it* but you found Sisqo's Thong Song ever so fascinating
and taped over those few words uttered by my first intense crush

Was it real?
I guess the IRS would say so (she can't get to them) *teehee*
So why else do memories suck?
I though I had an ally at home, but I though wrong
So it's an un-bent, un-ripped set of Pokémon cards from the
first movie that Burger King gave out in July 2000
What a dork, they're so cheap
She'll fix that dilemma for me!
No wait! It's mini-She! Eeeeee!
Just this morning I looked over and saw them, mint and lookin fine
*Well as fine as cards can be*
Now they are a memory
A memory soon to fade like other memories
But what am I bitching for?
Damnit. They're just cards. Who cares?
I do.
Freak
They're gone now. Crumpled and ripped up.
Bye, bye, bye from an *Nsync fan. Bye Mew, Bye Togepi, Bye Ash.
Why get attatched to anything that can be so easily destroyed?
Mini-she didn't care. Neither did She
They're just cards
Just cards, just words. Unemotional words

Who cares? rolls so easily off her lips
It shatters me into a million pieces
And that framed picture with the scribble on it?
Pure junk. Who'd care about it?
Hah. Should I have expected anything else?
I'm sorry now that I did expect something
Maybe...maybe she's right
Brian Littrell
A.J. McLean
They're just words, scribbled on a dorky looking
picture hastily ripped out of J-14
Who cares if I want it that way?
My way.

Words, that's all they are
Who the hell am I to hold value to such trivial items.
To attatch such emotion. Am I tripping? Totally wack?
I don't know who I am anymore
A Daydream believer, a Pokémon fan
A Backstreet Boys fan
For the fans
And in the end, who cares if it matters to you, to anyone
I'll never be able to find anyone out there like me,
with morals like me, with whatever like me.
So I'm alone

Who cares?
Who am I to be an individualist
Goodbye Nick, Howie, A.J., Brian, Kevin,
Ash, Mew, Pikachu, Psyduck, James, Marie, Joe
...Dave....
Whatever, right?
It seems they've won, this time around
I tried to jump into the spotlight of uniqueness too many times
It is tme for me to join in the ranks of the unknown,
time for me to row with the other slaves
I give up
I can't go on
with my dream
Why bother when no one loves you and no one cares.
It has begun