Eyes of a geek

I'll begin at the start
i can't write, can't rhyme
got no soul, got no heart
all i have got is time

i can't rap can't sing
can't jump, can't run
haven't done much of anything
since my time begun

I'm not built for sports
can't dance or act
not a penny for my thoughts
brain dead, that's a fact

can't swim, can't ski
couldn't climb if i tried
who would love me
who could swallow their pride

i ain't good, ain't bad
haven't ever been drunk
never happy or sad
never rose, never sunk

not blessed with money
oh what a surprise
nor the talent to be funny
which could be my demise

don't posses good looks
thou have no style
thou can't read books
nor have a perfect smile

can't construct, can't create
don't own a steady hand
not over or under weight
never been apart of a band

can't laugh, can't cry
can't play an instrument
haven't lived so can't die
this is my sentiment

drained of all passion
drained of all skill
deserted from fashion
deserted of free will

over run by fear
under run by fun
not a smile not a tear
talentless under the sun

not captured not free
nor strong or weak
now you can see
through the eyes of a geek