Maybe I'M a Cornball
My friends call me a cornball.
They think I'm such a nut
just because I speak my mind
and say it from my gut.
If I'm happy I will tell them
'Oh man, life sure is great! '
But when I'm sad I make a point
to just communicate.
My heart has been an open book
for as long as I could speak.
I feel the need to 'get it out'.
Does that make me a geek?
Go ahead, call me a cornball.
That's good enough for me.
I just can't hide my feelings
but, that's what makes me... ME!
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