Screen man

Swiftly losing patience can't decide a move pick from the bottom on the left side I wanna win tonight I blink my eyes real quick-like wash away the haze while I'm blinking quickly I see the man on screen he's (lying on the face)ball he thinks I do not see he's an elevator passenger bored as he can be he's the man who lives next door he's come here to frighten me he takes out his saxophone plays those lonely hidden notes can't speak about this to anyone this man's eyes are serious he's the man in my screen I can not let him frighten me