No, don’t look at me
People will stare
No, don’t come my way
People will whisper
No, don’t talk to me
People will spread rumors
No, don’t sit next to me
People will throw paper
No, don’t smile at me
People will laugh

Glasses on my face
Backpack on my back
Worn sweater and sneakers
I’m an old, I’m not gold
No life, no laugh
Frown and sorrow
I’m not the A type

No, don’t come near me
I might shut your light