Unsung

Your contribution left unnoticed some a*sociation with an image Just credit time for showing up again Attention wandered I'm left with it Gone by sin too slowly Can't pa*s it up Then I thought nothing is right I turned it off To die unsung would really bring you down Although wet eyes would never suit you Walk through no archetypal suicide To die young is far too boring these days Your will to speak clearly Exposed too much Unsung once too often Could not rub off