B

As green grass browns
and flowers bend to die
what's suppostoo give doesn't
all that is just isn't
if I can't be felt
then I don't want to be touched
I don't want to be seen so don't look at me
I don't want to be mean so please don't love me
I like to be forgetten thought of as
somthing with no need
a nothing faced little boy who just believes
that every word spoken is of atree and ment for me
so finger f**k this heart while it just sits
and stares at...........what?