Down in the city, would you smile and let me sit with you?
Or ignore me like I meant nothing?
If you bumped into me at that bustop up the lane,
Would you even say hello?
Tell me, what I was to you,
Tell me what I am now.
If you met me in 5 years time, would you even recognise my face?
Would I look in the mirror and see myself or what the world made of me?