You wouldn't even pick me up
You wouldn't stoop that low
People who'll see
Might think you're desperate
I do not matter
Now you're riding the jeepney
You open your purse
You should have picked me up
You have the driver a bill instead
You have the driver a bill instead
I matter a little
You saw me again the next day
You still didn't pick me up
Someone slashed your bag
And stole your wallet and more
Will I matter?
But you found your purse
And count the clinking coins
You're one peso short
You gave out a greater sigh
Now, I matter
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