Why should you care about me,
when there's so many people to see,
more worthy of you?
Why should I matter at all,
when you look at me down the hall?
My all is so small.
Why do you follow me all the time,
when I'm not even worth your time?
I want to know who I am,
before I take your hand.
I want to know what you see,
could it really be me?
Why do they act so cruel,
when it makes them look like such fools?
Do they even understand,
why people clasp their hands?
Life is like a seed, and we'll grow together indeed.
With all it's tension and greed, I know we will succeed.
You and me.
Are we just two people,
Are we just two people,
hanging onto ourselves?
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