skinme

Sitting down here at my computer Talking to 'friends' over the blue, You probably think I'm a loser But I, I couldn't believe that's true Walking around in the playground - A bustling oasis of games in the cold. But to me nobody ever utters a sound, It's not surprising, they're seven years old. What do I do of a friday night? Do I walk around in search of a mate? Or fool around and get in a fight? OK, I'll tell you, but please don't hate I don't go out or have friends round - That'd be kind of hard, 'coz they are Only inside my computer tightly bound But don't worry, I've a friend who's not afar. A lingering memory of a year l

Sunlight beams   i  nto my bedroom. How many days now has our   l  ust been segregated like day and night, i w  o  nder? If I could count, I would doubt it's   v  erity, for to me it se  e  ms much longer. I guess what I'm tr  y  ing to say to you while blinded by streaks of yell  o  w is i love yo  u  .