Without them noticing where I be,
They don't notice,
They don't care,
They can't see me.
I'm still standing among these trees,
They still don't notice me.
They talk about their lives
And what's happening,
Without including me.
They never notice,
They never care,
They never see me,
Even when I'm right there.
So now I'm in my tree,
Hoping that eventually,
They'll notice I'm gone,
And wonder
What's become of me
