A Sob Story by Tecnica Lyrics

The truth is
That I have a thing for you
I sit at the back of the class room
Listening to her every word
For this is not a poem
But a sob story
You don't know me as well as I know you
I don't speak
I don't ask a lot of questions
When I say hello I am really saying
Please come sit next to me
I don't want you
I need you
For you don't know me
As I am a mysterious kid
with no story to tell
and no need to yell
For this is not a poem
But a sob story
You can hear my stories
For I do not boast about my gories
I'm not asking you out
But I have no doubt
That I have a thing for you
While I sit at the back of the class room
Listening to your every word.
~Tecnica