Am I the last one you think about when you go to sleep?
The first one you think about when you wake up?
When DO you think about me?
I don't feel like I'm important to the world that once desired me.
To the world that couldn't turn without me.
I'm hard to deal with,
I'm moody and I'm always sick but that's not something that will ever change,
So if you can't deal with it, maybe I can't deal with you.
Where do I stand in your life?
Am I important to you still, or am I a footnote in your happiness?
Things change and so do people.
Well, the people don't really change.
Just their morals, their aspirations.
I build you up and you knock me down.
Where am I?
I'm on the ground, waiting for you to join me.
