Can you see me?
Am I just invisible
To your forever looking eyes?
Can't you see
How hard I've tried
To get myself here,
To be heard,
And now?
It appears my voice has been lost
Within the unforgiving crowd.
All I ever wanted,
Was to own a crown,
A place,
A thing
To call my own,
And yet?
It seems that no one,
Not one single person,
Gives a **** about the existence
Of a born tune
Given the life to do whatever they please
But?
You seem determined
On knocking her novelty down.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Can you see me?
Am I just invisible
To your forever looking eyes?
Can't you see
How hard I've tried
To get myself here,
To be heard,
And now?
It appears my voice has been lost
Within the unforgiving crowd.
All I ever wanted,
Was to own a crown,
A place,
A thing
To call my own,
And yet?
It seems that no one,
Not one single person,
Gives a **** about the existence
Of a born tune
Given the life to do whatever they please
But?
You seem determined
On knocking her novelty down.
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