This is me, a little boy;
trying hard to bring you joy.
You’re so busy I can see,
don’t have time to play with me.
I don’t want love, that’s too much,
but I could use a friendly touch.
I am fragile, sad but true,
need to hear kind words from you.
I just want a pseudo-friend,
someone to talk to in the end.
It’s ok to put me down,
as long as you still hang around.