Lonely Company
Sitting alone with the girl of my dreams
Though not as pleasant as it seems
Alone here trying to get her to like me
But just sitting here lonely in her company
The Classroom
A foul stench of oppression fills the classroom
No light to guide you out of doom
Just sit there as time kills fractions of your life bit by bit
Sitting closer to your death pit
Sexual Suicide
For all the girls I never had
Who know they should be glad
The girls with the foresight to see
Loving me only leads to misery
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