A wise man once told me
That I'm a good friend because I listen
But he's the only person who will listen to me
I pack my bag
Clothes food and a jacket
I walk out the door
Not ready to face the world
My head tells me go
So I go
They'll look for me sure enough
I've told everyone about my problems
But they didn't listen
They only listened when it happened
It's funny
That when your gone
How people start listening
