I, too, was there.
I am the unnoticed.
They don't see me, I'm just air
When they pass me by...
But no one sees me cry,
Or try,
Just a lonesome mediterranean fruit fly.
Tomorrow,
I'll be in the same places
Seeing the same faces.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Something," Anything...
Then.
Besides,
They won't see how I am
Or my point of view—
I, too, wish I was like you.
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