Tissue paper

Oh okay. no problem is okay.

I guess that is the only thing I can say right?

Cause I had never given a choice,

I was only told when the decision is made.

I feel myself is like a tissue paper I will be there for you all whenever you all need me,

but after you all used me,

you all just throw me into the bin.

It is not the first time and it will not be the last time I guess.

I guess sorry would not work this time,

cause I am sick of being a tissue paper.