I once read, “I hope life is not a joke, because I don’t get it.”
At the time, it may have eluded me as to what the writer must have meant.
But now, I think we are on the same page.
No one, literally no one will lose sleep over you
No one will skip meals for you
So you better be your own lullaby, and find solace in warm french fries
No one will tell you that they will stay by you, even if they say it, they lie.
So pat your own back, and dust off the old machines
No one will hold your hand, and even if they do, they will let go when you need it the most
Ask them why, they have better things to do.
What a stupid question from a silly, silly thought?
No one will hold you, or be there for you
Even if they do, its for their own sake, its not about you
Believe otherwise and you choose to be the fool
Because, no one has the time today, everyone has better things to do.