Spontaneous 4-Late 1998

Hey.
What’s wrong with you?
Can’t you see me?
Do you know I’m here?
You don’t hear my questions.
You look right through me.

But hey, I’m used to that.
You do it all the time.

It makes me feel real wonderful,
knowing I’m so important.

Maybe when I leave
you’ll notice I was here,
‘coz you don’t know what you got
until it’s gone.

And you don’t have it anymore.

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