This is a poem all about cheese,
when someone asks me, I say please...

I look down to the floor,
and I just bleed more and more...

I stare at her picture, I'm in love,
I put on my top hat, and then a glove...

Why can't I say I love you,
Why can't I say that I do...

I look like such a loser,
am I a picky chooser...

If you like someone else, or don't want to have...
for you...I'm willing to wait...

I finally had the courage to tell you how I feel,
but as it goes I lost that chance for real...

I was never really whole but now I'm broken,
I never really talk I just stay unspoken...

I'm running away from the dead man,
I'm running away just as fast as I can...

I love to feel the way I do,
I love to feel pain so true...

I have feelings I can't hide,
feelings of ordinary suicide...

I've felt the pain, I've felt the pressure,
I've done it worse, I've done it better...