You count on me
You don't have enough fingers on two hands
To count the times you've counted
No one takes me seriously
And everyone takes me for granted
I wait for the mail
Post Master says it will come
Any day now
And you've only heard
Every third word I've said
How you dismiss my comments
And ignore my presence
Disheartening Somehow
Some says it's hard to say
What frame of mind I'm in
And why do I play
When I know I can't win
The games been rigged against me
It leaves me empty
Disheartening Somehow