It seems to be my lot in life, the manner by which I live.
It'll never matter what I do or say or think or what I give.

I read somewhere if it is that they won't make time for you.
Then it is that they don't care and have other things to do.

Maybe they're too busy and there's others they want to see.
To assume my name is on that list, would be a fantasy.

I do not hate or wish ill will for who am I to blame.
If I were you and you me I would probably feel the same.