2 February 2013
Nobody knows who he is
Yet he's well liked
And his name gets floated around the hallways
You've got cooing girls
And his perverted friends
He eyes one or two targets
And his sidekicks set up the arrangements
I've been told he's awkward
He's not close to popular
And he likes it that way
His voice runs along mine
Slightly shredding over the line
They don't match up
Therefore his ending of a call
He tries to be sneaky
His heart is a heavy tool
The way he functions
Abroad singing and soccer
He doesn't manage his time
He's a hard worker
Proficient in messing up
My mind has been abducted
And I have been tied tightly together
Falling apart is my goal
Which has been succeeding
I've been played around with
Tossed and turned
Burned and bruised
I really can't stay
I really can't go
One lie comes in
Out goes the other
This boy
He's such a rip-off
Him and his insensitive ways
I let him do this to me
The way he serenades
"Paint it black"
And
"Stairway to heaven"
Um • Opuss № I