I rush up to your side
Every day, every single time
Tell me can't you really see?
The mess I make, the books I drop,
The way I look, the jokes I crack
Does nothing really bother you?
I don't want to sit by myself
Be some old book on the shelf
Can't you hear my whispers at all?
I try so hard to be your type
Laugh funnily and fake an ego
Shan't you smile for once at me?
I know that you are so busy
Fussing about gucci and nike!
Does it cataract you eyes, babe?
I've started looking in the mirror again
Checking if I'd become invisible man
Can't you see or are you not looking?
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