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Awkward legs fumble under the weight of thick hips, thick skin and sleepy eyes.
Clumsy feet tripping over worn shoelaces laced in gum and dirt.
You can see me, you can hear me coming from miles away
even if you wish you couldn't.
Frizzy hair in three different shades of brown, never staying in place.
Rosy cheeks and a mess of freckles scattered across my face.
My loud voice and booming laugh make it so that you'll never miss me
even if you wish you could.
I've been blessed with features that are hard to hide behind
so I arm myself in dirty clothes and stances like: arms crossed, legs crossed, head down
and standing in the back of the dimly light room,
I pray that your eyes miss mine when you scan the crowd.
Instead you feebly smile, awkwardly wave and awkwardly hug
and I'm ashamed at the way that my heart swells, filling my chest,
tightening my lungs and restricting my vocal cords until I am unable to speak.
It's times like these when I wish I could use my loud and booming voice to scream:
IT'S NOT THAT I THINK LESS OF YOU,
IT'S THAT I THINK LESS OF ME.
YOU'RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN:
YOU'RE CHARMING, FUNNY, AND SWEET.
AND WE WOULD HANG OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY
IF REAL LIFE COULD PARALLEL MY DREAMS.
Clumsy feet tripping over worn shoelaces laced in gum and dirt.
You can see me, you can hear me coming from miles away
even if you wish you couldn't.
Frizzy hair in three different shades of brown, never staying in place.
Rosy cheeks and a mess of freckles scattered across my face.
My loud voice and booming laugh make it so that you'll never miss me
even if you wish you could.
I've been blessed with features that are hard to hide behind
so I arm myself in dirty clothes and stances like: arms crossed, legs crossed, head down
and standing in the back of the dimly light room,
I pray that your eyes miss mine when you scan the crowd.
Instead you feebly smile, awkwardly wave and awkwardly hug
and I'm ashamed at the way that my heart swells, filling my chest,
tightening my lungs and restricting my vocal cords until I am unable to speak.
It's times like these when I wish I could use my loud and booming voice to scream:
IT'S NOT THAT I THINK LESS OF YOU,
IT'S THAT I THINK LESS OF ME.
YOU'RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN:
YOU'RE CHARMING, FUNNY, AND SWEET.
AND WE WOULD HANG OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY
IF REAL LIFE COULD PARALLEL MY DREAMS.