Let's say you're in a room...
Full of those who mean something to you,
People you love, hate, or fear...
And I'm there too...
Where'd you put me?
That is... If I do catch your eye,
Those odds are scarce but I'll take them...
Would you just pass me by?
Or would you notice me?
I'm secretly hoping you would,
But there are others in your life...
And that's understood...
Who am I to you?
I need to know...
Because I care about you, about us,
I really need to know.
What am I to you?
Do I even matter to you?
Sometimes I wonder...
If I die, would you grieve too?
I know for sure that...
My immediate family,
And a friend or two,
It will hurt them badly...
But you, what about you?
What is my place in your mind?
Where do I stand in your life?
If, I'm unimportant - I find...
It'll hurt of course,
But I'll be glad...
Glad that at least...
I hold the memories we had.
How am I classified?
Love, hate, or fear?
If you love me, thank you...
Even if it's hate, I probably hold you dear...
The reason for that is...
I find hate to be arduous,
And if you fear me, why?
I think of myself as rather innocuous...
In a room full
Of everyone you've ever met,
Do I stand out?
No, I'll bet...
And that's all right,
I can't force affection,
I can't read minds, But...
I do hope deep down for perception.
And if you do see me,
You should know it means a lot,
And eternally grateful I will be...
