Every time I try to get closer
I’m pushed out like a snot
Like a saliva spitted on the ground
I slowly die, while people step on me
Others look at me in disgust
Others pass and don’t care
Obviously I mean little to those
Why would you degrade my image?
Into something so worthless and annoying
The silent treatments are unbearable
Like blisters on my toes with tight shoes
It’s easy to love so you’ll think
But I cannot love anyone else
You understand my soul
You hear my lamentation
You have the ability to put my nerves at rest!
Yet in the end you toss me away
You give me a cold shoulder
Knowing that I want a warm one
Why are you doing this to your precious thing?