Off the Shelves.

Werny

Sitting at the computer,
while everyone's outside.
Eyes starting to sting,
while they're already blind.

Alone in here,
they're in hordes.
I've got a broken bike,
they're all driving Fords.

I am but bones,
they're arms put me at odds.
Drooling at pictures on the net,
they're drooling at real bods.

I'm eating apples,
they're smoking a bong.
I'll sit here for ages,
they aren't here for long.

Jealousy turns to laughter,
'cause they've killed themselves.
When I go I'll be remembered,
but they're already off the shelves.

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I didn't really get the message across, it's basically about me being an anti-social nerd, jealous of all of the jocks, but then I realise that I've got it better when they die of drugs and all that other shit.