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                          I just wanted to be noticed, 

                        But I stood there in the corner. 

                   Watching the people fly past,ever so fast. 

                      I wonder what their thinking about, 

                    What's their worries,fears,hurts,doubts? 

                   I closed my eyes and listened to the song 

                              play on the radio, 

                              Heard the news, 

                      Another young soul has gone home, 

                           But,I don't even flinch. 

                              And isn't that sad? 

                        And doesn't it make you mad? 

                         I've ran out of words to say, 

                       These thoughts don't make sense. 

                     I ever did feel quite right around you, 

              Ever question I asked, you answer sarcasticlly back. 

                           And I've finally noticed, 

                                  It's you. 

                       You who makes me feel this way.