Delete you from my memory,
There are only a very few,
Worth a damned thing to me.
Overwrite all of the corrupt,
Pretend you never existed,
I no longer even give a fuck,
You are dead and worthless.
Reformat my one-track mind,
So it feels brand new again,
To make you never even alive,
Muchless a so-called friend.
Clean you up, throw you away,
Like yesterday's recycle bin,
Make me feel the same way,
As when I had my innocence.
Crop you out of the picture,
I regretfully know as my past,
You're that perfect mixture,
Of arsenic laced on my glass.
You're the catastrophic virus,
I'm trying to forget all about,
The kind that I will not miss,
The one I need to live without.
Open you up so I can explore,
How tiny your heart is in size,
In an attempt to do a restore,
And wipe you out of my life.
Save the very few that I need,
That might be obsolete in time,
Hoping they might set me free,
Before I forever get offline.
Copyright 2006
-John Gehrig