Every second of everyday,
I wish I had the gift of gab.
So when I see a girl that interests me,
my first emotions wouldn't be to get mad.
I would even be happy,
if I just had enough nerve to speak.
But for some odd reason I can't say the simplest thing like,
"can I take you out my treat."
I think it's my past that made me the way I am today.
I wish there was something easy I could do,
to make this part of me go away.
But I have no clue,
if I would ever be able to change that part of me.
So I guess I have to wait until the future,
for me and my eyes to finally see.
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