School Yard Blues

Sleep is needed.
Computer screens glare.
IN my eye in my eye
im sick of this repitition
sick of these folks
granit i feel alone more than ever in this crowd
i feel alone
if something where sweet on his neck id lick it off but im not that kind of boy
id put my hands back in my pockets, im through.
But i guess i dont want you cuz you dont know what u want
and i guess i dont want you cuz you dont really want me
atleast not for the reasons u think u do
and not for the reasons i want u
and if u go, i wont fallow
cuz your already gone
and if you leave ill try not to scream cuz your already gone