flightless silentbob You dont want me and thats ok i deal with this sort of rejection everyday the kind of thing you're never above and however used to it, always quite sick of its the kind of feeling that makes me want to write and youve become anything but polite so sick of playing this new kind of game watching you wince at the sound of my name and dont seem to remember the way we were before i talk laugh smile all of which you ignore like a flightless bird i ahve to find another way to make you smaile and make it all ok youre still my friend, at least you say as such and i fucking hate liking friends this much its not really my fault you caught my eye realy got me to pay attention saying you wish youd just die always behaving overly nice resting your head on my shoulder more than twice and how many times did you tickly my side and how many times did you get lost in my eyes and how many times did you tell me to wait and how many times did i make you feel great and how many times did you hold my hand and how many times did you rest your elbow on my shoulder when wed stand and how many times did i make you happy and how many times did i make you happy and how many times did i make you happy and how many times did i make you happy Im so fucking sick of playing this stupid little game watching you wince at the very sound of my name i dont wanna see you look so tragicly at my face so now you forced it upong me, im moving away to a different place where i dont have to feel this shame again May All Your Dreams Be Wonderful, Bobby 001024 what's it to you? who go blather from