people walk past you,
they don't stop and turn
people don't notice you,
so you cry and yearn
for them to share laughter
and smiles and jokes
but you sit there alone,
wishing you had folks
people walk past you,
they don't stop and turn
people don't notice you,
or your new haircut or burns
you watch them share laughter
and smiles and jokes
while you sit there alone
wishing you'd just choke
people walk past you,
they don't stop and turn
people don't notice you,
or your absence and notes
and you don't say goodbye
because no one ever knows
while you lie there alone,
wishing someone could have known