When you look at her you notice all,
Her delicate fingers,
That beautiful smile,
Everything and anything.
All you can do is talk about her,
Like she's all that's there.
You give her all of your attention,
You hate it when she leaves your sight.
Then you turn and see me,
You don't comment,
Nothing to say.
So much there but no thought to your head.
You don't comment on my fingers,
Or my smile.
You try to think I'm not there,
Only something there to turn to when...
.....you want something.
Will you ever notice my features?
Or will it always be someone else?
I'd like to know if my time is being wasted,
You know,just start living the truth,
and stop living the lie!
