you take your seat and cologne feels the air
but im left with a view of only neck and hair
i want so bad to lean over in your ear
and tell you how i want you close and near
how i want you for my own
but im to scared so im writing this poem
with hopes that by some fucked up fate
you'll notice me and think im great
but i know firsthand fairytales dont come true
i know im just dreaming and will never be with you
i know you want the prettier girl
who struts about without a care in the world
who has a smile that outshines mine anyday
whose presence makes me fade away
into the background so you never see
that your heart will be safer with me
i cant tell you this cuz im scared ill fall flat
fall in love so deep they'll be no turning back
and i dont really know who to care for a man
i dont know how to sacrifice or take a stand
i dont know how to love and that's the problem
im handicap in the art of compassion and im so lost
because ill rather bullshit people and cause chaos
so ill leave you alone and not say how i feel
because, although i care, i can't give you something real
with zipped lips and a tied tongue ill remain mute
and play my part as the girl who only sat behind you
