Does Anyone Care About Me

When people live along the spheres of dust galaxies way
Can people lighten up on the man with only two friends
In reality I persist that life is lost
No more desire left to communicate with my voice
Do I have a choice?
I exist like a butterfly in it's cacoon
Waiting for friends to enter my life.
I would love to love a wife.
Much less two million of them
Take another chapter of life
Help some one be
When people live among dust minstrels way
No body knows what it is like to be wrongly accused gay
For the past thirty-five years I have had a fugazi reputation
After molestation I have been in pain
I was four years old and am forty now
I have not smlied much' cause I never get laid
Much less paid
To fill my mind with new positive intimate experiences
With a woman I want to go
Along the path without the snow
Snow white where doth you reside.
Come to me I need you now.