No guts
watched her walk by again
did she look at me this time?
No eyes
didn't see it if she did
what would my name sound like with her voice?
No, she's too old for me
she's too smart for me
No, she's too much for me
and if not, I'll never know
No guts
sat next to her once
she even asked my name
don't remember what I said
No ears
everything she says is drowned by thought
of what a fool I'll sound like in response
No, she's too pretty for me
she's too much like perfect
No, she's got another on her mind
and if not, I'll never know
So I walk away with questions
that have nothing to do with her
they're all about my misconceptions
and my damn fear of her
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