It

Do you see me as a thing,
an object that you can drop and pick back up whenever the hell you feel like it,
am I an "it"
Something that you can stand on or even sit
I bet you never see my eyes
or noticed the tears I cried
you were to busy being rude
too busy being crude
you take me for granted
like a heart that you were lucky enough to get transplanted
I am just a thing
a bug on your shoulder that you continue to fling
to you I'll never mean anything
Do you even see me
or is it that plastic girl that you see
someone who is anything but real
just a thrill to you or a cheap feel
You'll continue to pass me by
the feelings that you might feel for me, I bet you'll continue to deny
I'll make my way to the sky
and whisper so softly to you goodbye, goodbye