i ask myself the question
  what is wrong with me
  can't figure what it is or
  why it's never me they
  want when will my turn
  come about and when
  will justice see me why
  all these stupid questions
  they never help me you
  never notice me you
  never seem to see when
  i'm walking by you never
  ever say hi i don't know
  nobody that i don't want
  to know but i'd sure like
  to know you and i'd like
  to show you how the
  way i am and things that
  matter much to me how
  i say i am i usually how
  those things don't seem