Chopping Down My Best Friend
By 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.