Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet, and shy.
But I'm such an amazing person, which many pass by.
Why?
Why can't people just take the time?
Just tell me your favorite thing to do and I'll tell you mine.
The people that do, I hold dear to my heart.
They see me as mysterious, sweet, funny, and smart.
You can't expect me to open up the very first day.
It takes time, but trust me, I'll soon have a lot to say.
Why?
Why can't people wait and get to know the real me?
I bet you I'd be a much different person than you first did see.
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The lightning strikes
The thunder booms
The storm is c
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
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We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
Lips sweet as sugar,
how to touch them I linger.
Lips that enslave me with their
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
<We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I wish I could run away, I wish I could hide
From all the pain he has caused me inside.
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
I thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
