Oh how I wish I can glow by myself
To show you how brilliant I can be
But you never cared about me
And you might never do
I’m just another street lamp in your eye
Why? Why? Why?
Why am I gifted with the ability of defining you as an unusual lamp lighter?
I now await you through the day and night
Will you get to know me to unfold the mystery behind my fluorescent light?

I’m cheerful, dense and happy when you’re around
But then,
Sad, angry and pitiful when you’re gone
You must be thrilled when you’re walking away
For you think you follow a horrible profession as a lamp lighter
I’m your boring routine
You’ll never be fond of me

I’ll get out of your way
Better leave so that you have less street lamps to light
I’m fine with just a thick memory
It’s my fault, my ******* fault
I shouldn’t have
I could never
I won’t ever again

So as you set your foot once more
For your so called job
I’ve worried myself never to work
Never to seem brighter or even lighten
You saw through me and you weren’t too cold
But once again you walked away from this so called job

Now I understand this hollow feeling will always stay the same…