If
only you would notice,
that
I'm around you everyday,
but
you barely acknowledge my existence,
before
you go on your way.
I
wish you'd stop a moment,
take
the time to talk,
but
you're always far too busy,
I
guess it could never work.
You
have so many interests,
I
know I'm not one,
I
thought maybe I might have been,
but
my hopes were soon undone.
I
wanted you to like me,
to
be interested, to call,
maybe
even get together,
just
me and you, that's all.
But
now I know you're busy,
you
just don't have the time.
I'm
not quite that important,
to
be able to make you mine.