I’m glad that my role in your life is so easily filled. So glad that you can easily find a replacement. Is what I do so insignificant? Does it really matter that little to you? I guess so. Well, to bad I’m not like you. To bad your role in my life can be filled by no other. To bad no one else can do what you do for me. To bad your the only one that makes me feel this way. To bad no one else can supply the hope that keeps me going or the joy that makes life bearable.