A crowd of people with voices heard
In every direction you can look
Walking on by they keep talking to someone
I know for sure isn't me
Looking around where I see people I know
Talking to their friends I haven't heard of
Attention begins to be drawn to their friends
Even when they can still hear my voice
Greeting them in person just isn't enough
They will only smile and walk away
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