FixXxer
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 4, 2004
- Messages
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fear of communication,
hesitation,
ends in humiliation,
im used to it by now.
im as likely to be liked as you,
yet i cannot see through,
as you have learned to do,
im used to it by now.
quietly utter a few friendly greets,
even those are battle defeats,
jus a simple smile, lights the eyes of the others,
yet, my mind fails to smother,
that i am just like my fellow brother,
im used to it by now.
they invite me to speak,
but then i feel expected to carry,
i have always felt a leak,
i run to bury,
my head in the ground,
i cant stand the sound,
of rejection.
i know it means little,
but my reputation, is all i ever wanted,
to be rejected, makes me feel weak and brittle,
i fear i will be taunted,
forever haunted,
by one simple mistake.
one that can make me break,
although i wont give up,
i will start to feel fake,
and that, makes me feel alone,
i lose the tone,
like i had broken a bone.
im constantly without words,
i try to speak my mind,
but i can never find,
someone who can keep up with my lines,
they make sense, i just claim them to be random,
its easier than throwing a temper tantrum.
im just too shy,
just a small little guy,
strong and stealthy,
trying to impress,
instead of undress,
which is what prolly leaves you speechless.
seems no one wants to hear,
my small talk anymore,
the girls i meet, seem to be whores,
just lookin for their place through my door,
whether it means their knees touch the floor,
or they have to fuck a lot more.
its so hard, to try to make new friends,
when it seems, that no one really cares,
im just too shy, and trying to meet ends,
just seeming to fall down, down the stairs.
im just too shy,
and i dont know why,
when i smoke i fly,
but even then, i barely seem to say 'hi'.
hesitation,
ends in humiliation,
im used to it by now.
im as likely to be liked as you,
yet i cannot see through,
as you have learned to do,
im used to it by now.
quietly utter a few friendly greets,
even those are battle defeats,
jus a simple smile, lights the eyes of the others,
yet, my mind fails to smother,
that i am just like my fellow brother,
im used to it by now.
they invite me to speak,
but then i feel expected to carry,
i have always felt a leak,
i run to bury,
my head in the ground,
i cant stand the sound,
of rejection.
i know it means little,
but my reputation, is all i ever wanted,
to be rejected, makes me feel weak and brittle,
i fear i will be taunted,
forever haunted,
by one simple mistake.
one that can make me break,
although i wont give up,
i will start to feel fake,
and that, makes me feel alone,
i lose the tone,
like i had broken a bone.
im constantly without words,
i try to speak my mind,
but i can never find,
someone who can keep up with my lines,
they make sense, i just claim them to be random,
its easier than throwing a temper tantrum.
im just too shy,
just a small little guy,
strong and stealthy,
trying to impress,
instead of undress,
which is what prolly leaves you speechless.
seems no one wants to hear,
my small talk anymore,
the girls i meet, seem to be whores,
just lookin for their place through my door,
whether it means their knees touch the floor,
or they have to fuck a lot more.
its so hard, to try to make new friends,
when it seems, that no one really cares,
im just too shy, and trying to meet ends,
just seeming to fall down, down the stairs.
im just too shy,
and i dont know why,
when i smoke i fly,
but even then, i barely seem to say 'hi'.
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