I wonder why people still call me
Relentlessly, even if I never pick
Why do they send a thousand notes
Of how much they miss me and my smile?
It surprises me most of all, the joy
They feel upon seeing me once
Am I that worth?
The thought that haunts is
" isnt it better if I was not?"
But then again is this all in my head??
Does my desperation reflect off their gleaming eyes??
Is it my pleas of loneliness that echoes back
From their perfectly sewen crystal lips?
Am I the one calling out my name
All day, all night just to be assured,
That someone somewhere still needs my soul
Just as I need someone to feel my soul..