Unsung

Your contribution left unnoticed some

Association with an image

Just credit time for showing up again

Attention wandered

I'm left with it

Gone by sin too slowly

Can't pass it up

Then I thought nothing is right

I turned it off

To die unsung would really bring you down

Although wet eyes would never suit you

Walk through no archetypal suicide

To die young is far too boring these days

Your will to speak clearly

Exposed too much

Unsung once too often

Could not rub off