Have you forgotten?

all the times I've supported you,

even if I couldn't touch you.

The times that I've seen you through,

when no one else cared to.

Times that I understood,

when no one else wanted to understand.

I suppose all those times

have just slipped your mind,

wasted by the time of the clock.

What do I need to get your respect?

Do I need to be like all the others?

Am I not fit for your eyes to look at?

Well I can't be someone else,

and I won't change my ways.

Well you're losing my respect and sympathy,

you're pushing my patience,

stretching it taught, about to snap.

Then the time that you remember those

times, I won't be there

for I have forgotten. . .