As the sun appears and goes as it pleases,

My days of weeks seem so long and lonesome,

Day by mornings I have the greed of attention inside of me,

To see if I'm hear,but no one seems to know I'm here with a voice,

A voice that is not noticed for all to hear,

Am I really in need for unwanted affection and attention?

Would it give them the care in the world if I wasn't here by there side?

Why put on an act of devotion toward those fools I call my friends?

Why waste my time if your not willing to do the  same, for me ?

You fool.