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.
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
Love how you always understand
I love it when you hold my hand
I love it when you
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
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