The Great Mind Eraser

He sits and stares and looks up

At the crack lines on the ceiling

Nothing moves not even him

He thinks of friends and wonders why

They seem to have such better lives

And he feels so left behind

Hey hey hey

He takes the eraser end of his trusty pencil

And he rubs it on his forehead

He erases them from his thoughts

Then stabs the pencil through his heart

And he feels much better now

Now now now

He sits and stares and looks up

At the crack lines on the ceiling

Nothing moves not even him

He thinks of friends and wonders why

They seem to have such better lives

And he feels so left behind

Never wanting to feel like that again

Never wanting to feel like that again

Never wanting to feel like that again