i call you baby, but i am the baby.
i need attention at all times.
i am too needy.
but i'd return the love.

the fruit ripens and then it falls,
if no one is there to answer its call,
the fruit decays and the people of the world still shout and dance.

my heart has grown and now it has settled in,
no solace in voice but solace in pen,
my heart has broken and the people of the world still shout and dance.