• People walk by me
    Never really looking
    Never really seeing
    Never really noticing
    The small things i do
    Or the big things i need.

    Love is an issue.
    No one to really count on.
    No one to say those three beautiful words to
    No one to lean against when i'm down.

    Alone in ther darkness
    Surrounded by emptiness
    Surrounded by silence
    Surrounded by nothing.

    All i want it to be loved,
    To be noticed.
    Is that too much to ask?