My screams go unheard.
So louder and louder I cry.
People to busy to look around.
People to busy to ask why.
They can't see i'm invisible to them.
They care not for what I do.
They're people who have somebody.
They're people who've become two.
So I'll scream and scream and scream.
Until my one will hear...
That's if such a person exists...
That's if such a person is near...
©Odd
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