The Sound

Ever since I was young,
All I wanted to hear was your song,
As I tried to listen
The more the sound lesses.

It's as if I never existed,
In the world you created,
Your sound dominated,
And here I was, eliminated.

Truly, life's a game,
You put me to even more shame,
I'm tired of begging,
To listen to the song you're making.

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