I ask myself the question
What is wrong with me
Can't figure what it is or
Why it's never me they
Want when will my turn
Come about and when

Will justice see me why
All these stupid questions
They never help me you
Never notice me you
Never seem to see when

I'm walking by you never
Ever say hi I don't know
Nobody that I don't want
To know but I'd sure like
To know you and I’d like
To show you how the
Way I am and things that
Matter much to me how
I say I am I usually how
Those things don't seem