He sits on the floor everyday,
Seeing their glances wash him away.
Always he wears his heart on his sleeve,
Carefully watching all of them leave.
He's continuosly staring at her beautiful face,
All the while knowing what a horrible place,
They both remained sitting, quiet as sin,
So sickeningly quiet you could hear a pin.
He wished oh so greatly to make her his own,
He'd put her on a pedestal and worship her throne.
So he goes ahead and gambles with his heart,
Hoping to hell it wont all fall apart.