I ask myself the question 
what is wrong with me 
can't figure what it is or 
why it's never me they 
want when will my turn 
come about and when 
will justice see me why 
all these stupid questions 
they never help me you 
never notice me you 
never seem to see when 
I'm walking by you never 
ever say hi I don't know 
nobody that I don't want 
to know but I'd sure like 
to know you and I'd like 
to show you how the 
way I am and things that 
matter much to me how 
I say I am I usually how 
those things don't seem