birthdays pass,
and friends walk out.
sad times are the worst times,
but i can’t wait and pout.
lovers become nobodys,
i pay attention to you,
but i never become somebody.
what will it take?
do i have to buy you things?
or maybe it’s my hair,
maybe you should be more open,
or maybe you just don’t care….
all i know is when you walk by,
i can’t help but stare.
i just tell myself to wait,
when i want to talk to you,
i hesitate.
so i guess it’s my fault.
i can’t help who i am,
bring on the assault.
of these putrid peoples,
and candid whores.
i live off your shit,
so feed me some more?
call me a monster,
i’ll call you a bunch of noise.
listen here kids,
i’ll tell you a story.
it’s about the girl who didn’t see me,
but i saw her.
disease spread throughout,
and she never found the cure.
if looks are what you look at for,
you don’t deserve to have anything better than that.
i know i’m not as hot as the guys you like,
so i just lower my hat.
you might realize that i’m what you need,
no more days you’ll lay alone stranded.
with you in my arms,
cupid caught me red-handed.
October 8, 2011.
-tb.