I’d ask for help, but I know I’m not going to get it
I’d ask you to stop making life in this building unbearable but that would only things worse
I’d ask the landlord to make you stop but I have and she refuses to do anything
I’d ask the world why they don’t believe me but what’s the point
I’d ask if you’d miss me if I disappeared from the face of the planet but I don’t think you would
I’d ask why it appears you don’t care, because I don’t think you do, but there’s no point
I’d ask, but it would fall on deaf ears