You see sometimes you can trust a person
and then when things are down
they forget about you
Maybe they’re just too busy
maybe they don’t forget about you
but they forget to remember you
I don’t think people mean to forget
I think it just happens
People come and go as they do
I know life is a mess and I wonder
how did I collapse to this place?
I look down at myself from the
mirror reflecting my dark lonely
eyes with tears, hearts with
sorrow & pain underneath in my skin
I haven’t got many friends
Oh, sorry
I'm like the birds I care for
People pass me in the street
They see me but they try to ignore me
They’d prefer I wasn’t part of their city
Yeah, it’s sort of like that with my family
I’m kind of the pigeon of the house