I like how my hair flows
Through the winds, over my brows.
I like how I smile and walk and talk
And kiss and sit and breathe.

I like me for what I am
But I don’t choose me more often.
Craving for something that am
Not able to put a finger on.

So here I am at twenty-five
Crying with the tap open
Knowing what I want and
Not choosing me one more time!

Attention is an obsession
Craving for more the more I get
Attention from you is all I long
Stay in my heart and never look back.

So when you don’t notice how my hair flows
I’d rather tie them up
And when you don’t see the little things
Little things inside me die.
Your attention that I see!
From what it was to what it is
From what I want to what I get.

Though I like me for what I am
I don’t choose me more often
For I crave your attention
And what a big loser I be often!

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