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by Auntie Tay Oct 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Surrounded by the living, I am dead. Surrounded by roses, I am a thorn. I am that kid, Whose face you never see. I am that shadow, In the corner of your eye. I'm that kid who you wont miss, When they announce me dead on Monday. I'm that kid, Who will never be remembered. Yeah, thats right, Im that kid, The one you pushed around, The one you made fun of. Well, all i want you to know is, that on Monday when you notice Im not there, That you know that ever since I laid eyes on you, I've loved you.