We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze.
Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes.
Small groups we do form, and gang up on foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
With IM's we chat deeply and tell why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets that have never been told.
Why is it we share the toughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, with odd little names.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze.
Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes.
Small groups we do form, and gang up on foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
With IM's we chat deeply and tell why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets that have never been told.
Why is it we share the toughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, with odd little names.