I am the gargoyle, perched in the corner
of things passing me by
I hear so many, my stone ears listen to them speak,
my own voice fallen silent, none expect me to talk
I am told of how many problems, another must deal with
how many times must I listen to that?

I am the gargoyle, perched in the corner
there is a crack in my heart
it pours my soul onto the concrete I perch on
others dont notice as they pass me by
their voices resounding through me
opening the wound further
talking over the sound of my life ebbing away

I am the gargoyle, perched in the corner
ignored of my woes
forced to lisen to pain I cant relieve
denyed the right to an oppoinion
and without the voice to scream.