Iâ€™m not asking much, just turn around; look . . . Iâ€™m right here.
You keep saying my name, and I return you call, but again, you donâ€™t look back.
Please donâ€™t do this!
Screams are just whips of winds to you!
Look this way!
Iâ€™m right here!
Donâ€™t leave . . . donâ€™t go . . . youâ€™re all I got!
Even if you canâ€™t see me, I see you! Just turn around.
Time will tick away, with my voice raw and thinned, and you have yet to look back.
Blind to know I am here.
Always have and always will be, you would know, if you havenâ€™t . . . Look!
Damn it all to hell, Iâ€™m here!
No . . . donâ€™t walk away, farther away from me . . . no!
A chance to stop you, but you only seem to get farther away, look, I am here and well alive!
Please . . . oh gods . . . donâ€™t let this be it for me?
Unless, you as well are the same and have no clue of this voice calling out to you . . . No!
Just look this way and hear me!
Please . . . please . . . please . . . Alone in darkness is all what is left for me.
I really am, to your eyes . . . lost and . . . I canâ€™t even bring myself to say it . . . and I know itâ€™s all too true to believe.
But here we are.
Forever it will remain . . . oh how I loathe it.
Being Ignored, Forgotten, or be soon Forgetting who one is be self or others