A man enters a room
A dozen other people
Don't notice his entrance
He needs someone to talk to
They are all completely silent
It would appear, in a trance
He tries to speak out
But not a soul can hear him
They are to busy talking
To people who are not there
He stumbles out to the street
Crying out for recognition
People don't notice, just keep walking
Deprived of a friendly word
He sits by himself, completely alone
Watching the unfeeling world walk on by
Blood will have blood they say
Flesh must have another flesh
Deprived he lied down to die
He was the man who wasn't there.
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