Too shy to ask you for your number, but my imagination has us together. How is it I can recite sweet nothings to make you blush, but when I'm in your presence, the life of my tongue is stuttering and incomplete as to what I'm feeling. Feeling like I'm too shy to ask for your hand, knowing I can give you everything in me, but all I do let you walk away? Too shy to take that leap of leaning into your embrace, or the comfort of you, giving me the simple parts of life. Just letting my imagination or the picture of you, listening to this heart that adores you, as much as myself. But too shy to the portrayal of my personality, loud and always expressive to my feelings, but when it comes to you, I'm shy as fuck man how I wish it could be different."
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