I’m a wooden pencil to you,
still useable but lame.
I’ve stuck around with you forever,
and yet that doesn't seem to matter.
Every opportunity to get a better pencil
you jump at.
Mechanical pencils appeal to you,
the popularity gets to your head.
They’re so much prettier you say,
don’t you think?
You go on and on
as to reasons why they’re better.
They’re plastic, they’re practical
and they make you so much cooler.
I don’t agree,
but you don’t care.
You argue I break under pressure,
and I say that it’s true.
But do you really want a fake pencil
who fragile lead snaps
every chance it gets?
It doesn’t matter now,
as you have already abandoned me.
The reasoning I don’t want,
because I simply do not care.
if everything fails
please don’t turn towards me,
because I'll simply snap on you
just like you abandoned me.