the figure of mine
pale as the soul of mine
grey on my mind
being rejected through times
only alive when being needed
and being needed is not even an option
i'm not asking a statue of me
just a glimpse of attention
just a shine of love
is what my heart crave
the feelings of being needed
being accepted
in this mean world
would mean the world for me
they said only god can judge us
oh i wish god is judging all of you
so that i could be a par with all of you