Category: Writers Block
She said, I feel just like that painting, collecting dust on the wall,
And every day you walk right by me and don't know that I'm there at all,
I hope that you'll miss me,
Maybe he'll notice her now, maybe he'll open his eyes,
Sometimes it takes somebody leaving,for a man to realize,
He'll tell her she's the only one that he can't live without,
Maybe he'll notice me now.