I try to as often as I can
No one wants to be unread
Yet many there is nothing said
I guess I can't care about lost loves
I have problems of my own
Some say I am quite opinionated
Man next to me was smoking a cigarette
Blowing smoke in my face
I told him to get out of my space
You can't tell me where to smoke
Really, these were the last words he spoke
He found a new place
Might say disappeared without a trace