An Constant Echo of your attention seeking complaining,
We could pretend we are feigning,
You never stop and we have lost hope,
All you have done is made us look and mope,
We all look down on you for it,
You haven't stopped one little bit,
You morning has grown annoying,
We are all sick of you constant toying,
Bringing us down you are,
Stuck to the ground feels like tar,
A growing pain is all you have become,
I am sick of you and now you know where I am coming from.
