Chopping Down My Best Friend , by P.Paan Subscribe to rss feed for P.Paan 

The Tree Next to My Window is being cut down
His voice,
His screaming
Nobody Listens  

Nobody thinks about you, 
Nobody cares
You're just a piece of dust
On an infinite amount of stairs. 

Nobody thinks of you, 
Nobody listens,
You're just a piece of grain 
On a beach where the sun glistens. 

Nobody thinks of you, 
Nobody bothers,
You're just a voice
In a crowd that keeps getting louder.
Posted: 2012-07-18 06:44:13 UTC
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2012-10-04 16:05:17Areik
Interesting.. :)