"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know you think
You’re special
She said
I know you think
You’re smart
Strutting your stuff
About the place
Like you’re some work of art
But trust me when I say
She said
That’s not what we all see
In fact in the office
The only hot topic
Is what a twat
You appear to be
I couldn’t get a photo
She said
But I promise you, it’s true
She was there legs akimbo
Lips stuck to his like glue
I cannot quite believe it
She said
He just doesn’t seem the type
But now that you have seen it
Does it live up to the hype?
Let me put it this way
She said
From the look upon her face
I think it would be safe to say
He doesn’t get many complaints!
So I’ve heard you’re starting to feel
Like you’re reaping what you have sown
Well all I can say is poor, poor you
I hope your pain has overflown
As I, for one, cannot express
Just how happy I am to know
That perhaps now you’re beginning to comprehend
What it feels like to be alone
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 