My Turn

You're too busy, 
You don't have the time, 
Life's too hectic, 
You haven't even got a minute. 

You're too in demand, 
You're too popular, 
People crowd round you, 
You can't even see me. 

I'm stood at the back, 
With my hands in my pockets, 
Waiting my turn, 
Just wanting a smile. 

A tear runs its track, 
I still stand and wait. 
Wait for my turn, 
Just for a reassuring hand squeeze. 

I miss you, 
I miss our chats, 
I miss when you spoke to me, 
Just for the fun of it. 

I miss the times I existed. 
For something other than what you wanted. 
For something other than an urgent enquiry, 
An urgent favour. 

I need my friend back, 
So I'll wait my turn. 
I need my friend back, 
I'll ignore the burns. 

The burns of longing, 
The burns of pain, 
The burns of missing you, 
And needing a friend again