X-ERCISE OF THE CRYING EYES

You're always too busy for me;
Busy working, sleeping, drinking.
There's no room in your life for me,
So what must I have been thinking?

There's no time in your day for me;
Only time for others you know.
You're too tied up to think of me;
I'm just some fool who can't let go.

You make me miserable with pain;
Knowing you'll never care like me,
Feeling the fuller your life gets,
The more you make mine feel empty.

1 September 2006