Three thousand listeners. No one heard what I said. It's like swirling murder. Only in my head. I just need one out of the many to hear my voice. Listen to me and understand. I'm only human. I'm just a man. Flesh and bone just like the rest. Carrying the burden on my chest. I didn't create the turmoil and stress I have my own I made. My burden and load to bear. So if I seem selfish. It's false. I need to tend to my health, find some time for myself. So I'm first. Didn't you know I have placed you ahead. Of my own. In the past. No help am I given. Now please give me some space. I need some me time. To work on my own survival. I'm not upset cause you seem to trash my dreams each time I bring them to the table. But this madness can't go on. It's rose colored thorns. Making me bleed. You say you want this and you say you need that. But what do I need it's never addressed. I'll tell you over and over again. You may be my lover, but now I need a friend. Some one to listen and help me work out. The stop sign I find in my life. It doesn't matter lover friend or acquaintance. It doesn't matter either my wife. Freedom comes in shades of black and white. The grays and black. It's fleeting around me all the time. I reach up, and grab what I can of this life. I'm not trying to stand out from the crowd. But no one hears me of the thousands of ears. No one hears me in this crowd.