I asked for help but didn’t know I had such “busy”, “busy” friends
he will stare every time till my cheeks start burning, but if I cast a look away from me he’s turning
all week long I struggle to wake up even late, on weekends – could I be your village rooster, please?
when I am a friend they search for someone else; I vanish – they hurry back again
Ripple in the sand I am and nothing that I do can change it