No One Seems To Know Me
no one seems to know me
and when i try to explain
the language i speak,
suddenly becomes unique
how can i tell you who i am
and in fact,
why do i need to tell?
if i was alone,
and tanned by the warmth of hell
i would need to tell
no one seems to see me coming
or even where i am from
but if i can’t explain,
how i arrived at this point
who will explain it when i am gone
what does it matter anyway
i am only the substance,
of all my living days
yet no one seems to know me
my brand seems to be unique
the spice not yet found,
and the language only i speak
James Garratt – February 2003
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No One Seems To Know Me – Written February 2003 (Aged 28)
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