When i was a little
I used to sit alone
Asking god to give me someone that i could take of or something
As lond as it keeps me happy
No one saw through me
No felt the pain
But me..
It's like whenever u need someone
U look around and all u see
Is people made of plastic
They are valuable by form
And deep down they worth nothing
Just plastic..that u throw
And now i look around i still see pple made of plastic
But deep down they are worth my tears
I cry for them
Hoping that one day
They could be made of steal
So that they could be courageous
And powerful
And so that they could look around
And see people who needs their attention
I keep praying for them
Maybe someday they could make it
