I ask about you.
Wonder how you are?
I wonder where you are?
And if you think of me?
The truth hurts as I know,
You never ask about me.
For they say,
I am never in your thoughts.
My name never in your mouth.
I want to rage, cry and scream.
I want to shake you and show you,
What you lost.
But chances are you won’t care.
I was never important and a thought.
All I could offer was a loyal friend
But that was never enough for you.