Every time I express how I feel,
I find that no one cares.
So I sit here trying to deal,
Crying my eyes out.
Everytime I try to find myself,
I find that no one cares.
So I put my feelings on the shelf,
Hoping someone will notice me.
Every time I try to reach out,
I find that no one cares.
They think I'll always be devout,
Slowly I slip away.
Every time I reach from the grave,
I find that no one cares.
Which is truly sad...
Because it is me they could have saved.
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