Spaces on paper
They are used to say something
They don't mean anything
Until they're used
That's how I feel
I feel Used
I don't mean anything
Paper, a funny thing it is
Paper is made from trees
Once used, it's normally thrown away
No one keeps it for ever
I feel like paper
Once some one has used me
I'm thrown away
Recycled paper
The paper some one has thrown away
Is used to me something else
Something that someone else will used
I don't want to be like recycled paper
I don't want to let someone reuse me
I am my own person not paper
