You talk, you talk and talk, always, never-ending,
I sit there and listen, at least I’m pretending,
In my heart and my mind, though, secretly hoping
That one day, while still young, up you will be shutting.
I feel interested, I do, I’m just hurting,
Too much information, difficulty coping…
So I just nod my head, from my own mind seeping,
Praying hard for my bed, just want to be sleeping…