I am replaceable.
For each fiber of my being,
There’s another one getting born,
And there’s another one getting dead,
And all the sounds in between those stages
Are screaming loudly in my head.
You are so far away from me,
And that only makes me think you have forgotten
The nights, the days, the sounds,
The feelings, and the words, and the whispers.

Replace me with hope.
Replace me with sorrow.
I don’t give a damn, really,
But do something about tomorrow.