Why would you care about what makes me tick?
Stranger?
Are you listening?
If you can hear me now i'm sure you're reading...
Because i have one question for you
Why does this matter at all? When in truth
You don't know me.
If i was gone, most would hardly see.
Or even to care...
But there are still the few who would sit crying,
And that just doesn't seem quite fair.
i like the tiny hippo way