These hopeless days, and tiring nights, nothing seems right anymore, I'm tired and exhausted, just hoping for a friend, to drop in and say hi, if they even care.
But as they don't, I'm here alone, dwelling over my poems, hoping this is right, and that isn't wrong, but no matter what, it's always wrong, for no one even cares.
No comment, no vote, nothing at all, where is everyone, that claims they're there, when they are dwelling, and in their vibe, with their friends, and not even caring.
The misery will spread, and everyone will taste it soon, but as the days rush by, avoiding the look, into my eyes, you know, it has already happened, because you forgot about me.
