My Computer Friend

Why do i bleed so much, but yet i have the nerve to believe you?
Why do i cry for your stories, but i can not see you?

Computer screens sort our faces,
Leaving not foreign traces.

I think of you as a man.
Are you a highschool ban?

I think of you as a organic bunkie,
Are you a street talked junkie?

Sing me a lullaby, meaningful sinner,
Teach me, for I'm just a worthless beginner.