My Plea

I've been gone for so long
Please, notice my death
Yet, I sing this sweet song
I'm running out of breath

All you see is a smile
It fools you, I know
Yet, it's so out of style
To put on such a show

They have yet to have seen
The tears in my eyes
I put on such a scene
It should be a surprise

To think that this heart
Which is made out of gold
And this pure love for art
Is covered with mold

This here burdened soul
It's crying today
It's out of control
When it can't get its way

Listen to my plea
I can't stand this no more
I just want to be free
Yet you still just ignore