There's a little boy with imaginary voices in his head playing different scenarios
That are scary though
Keeping his confidence and self esteem ground level
Trying to push forward with foot on gas but he has a broken pedal
Baby steps he takes in life compared to a baby makes the baby look like a track star
His GPS for his purpose in life is broken, he should've chose OnStar
He's the good boy, respectable boy, one you can take home to mama
His routine is home to school then vice versa
There's no night life
Not even a night light
He does his best thinking in the darkness
He's judged for the mean look that's locked on his face but he's far from heartless
His mother beat gentlemen traits into him the same way percent only means out of a hundred was beat into his head by his math professor
Cute girl in his class
But he's too shy so he let's her pass
If the poetry he wrote for her was diary confidential then he'd be her favorite confessor
Pin all the poems on her selfie mirror next to her dresser
But he's just living in his imagination, he's too shy for love
Nobody truly understands him but his pen and the man above
He knows he can treat a girl right
Give him one night
And you'll invite him into your house to stay overnight
No after hour activities just enjoying the company
He sits in his classes staring blankly at his phone but there's nobody to text
His mother is sleeping, his sister is  getting ready for her night class, and his other sister is at work with the optometrist
After those three there's nobody next
His lifes forecast foreshadows a cloudy day with a chance of rain
He can't stand the pain of being alone watching all the happy couples hold hands down the street as he watches from his fifth floor window pane
So he's lain to rest his tears into his pillow trying to figure out how to get his life our the hazard lane