When I'm upset, the world turns gray. It's this natural force that I consume and it's a curse. This sort of power ruins things.
But the only comfort these type people ever need is a simple acknowledgement of affection.
Put the paper down and look at me. Throw that god ****** bottle away and look at me. Put the money on the other side of the room, sit up, and look at me. Before it's too late.
Continuously, they would say the wrong things. Do the wrong things. Try the wrong things. It's sad really, because what all that I need is written in my eyes and I'm an open book if you just simply ask.
But no one does.
Do put it down, throw it away, sit up, and Look at me Before I walk out the back door.
See me for who I am; all the greatness I've done. For my accomplishments; for the pain that I endure and all I do to push through.
All I need is for you to look at me.
Do put it down, throw it away, sit up, and Look at me
But it's too late. Time ticked and went boom. Night turned to day and I realized I was wasting my time trying to make you Look at me.