I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotomy
I was the guy sitting on the bench
I was at the light in the car next to you
I was the crying child
I was the one pressed agianst the window
I was the one in the airplane that you wondered about
the one in the background of a tourist picture
the one crying at the funral I wasnt apart of
I was the one the poets cried for
the one that sacked the grocieries
I was the guy that took too long
you were mad at me
without considering the day
that I might have had
I was the one caught up
in times that neither I understood
or, at the time, cared about
the guy that was walking in the rain
the guy that was counting
the guy eating by himself
the guy that was seeing a movie
with no one sitting next to him
you wondered about me
maybe I was crazy?
or maybe some type of a "predetor"
I'm the guy that the cops always look at twice
you never worried yourself
with my feelings
just shuffle on by...
everyone has their own problems right?
but I'll be the one whistling Pachabel
when the last note is played
and the days are gone
when it's all through
Ill be the one walking, by myself,
over the hill....smiling
- Jeremy Smyers
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