Did anyone notice the day I lost my smile?
Did anyone notice how tired I became?
Did anyone notice the darkness come in?
Or the rolling black clouds that seem to linger?
Does anyone remember the way I used to be?
Does anyone still see the real me?
What do you see, when you see me?
Does anyone care that my days are bleak
or that I wonder what use I am, with each passing week.
Who’s words are true and backed by their actions?
Who reached out a hand, to create a ditraction?
Not one my friend, not one stands true.
All that’s left, is me and you!’