Lil Old Shy Me
Sometimes I hate lil old shy me
Who just sits around waiting
Missing countless oppurtunities
Friends try to coach me
on what to say
Yet I'm only human
I won't change my make up for any guy
I get so scared
Sometimes I don't even understand why
Friends tell me I should be concieted
Appearance wise
But even though my outside attracts
I want to be liked for more just that
So lil shy me doesn't use her face
She uses her heart
and mostly her brain
To reel in
Part of me is saying
Maybe lil old shy me isn't enough
That to get what I want I have to
Be rough
Cause your a prize
A gift sent down from god
Maybe your use to the aggressive type
I couldn't be that way if U threatened to stab me
Or maybe I could but what a chage that would be
My heart is racing
I need to offically enter the race
Will lil old shy me
Go down the drain in the process
Is that a good thing?
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