I put my foot in my mouth again I hope they still want to be my friends I got desirable qualities if you don't mind my obsessing with me
I kept repeating myself yesterday repeating myself I keep on yesterday I want a people that I can call home but why do the work when I'm doing just fine all on my own
and I don't mind being alone I'm doing fine me on my own
sometimes I worry that people can hear what i'm thinking spilling out of my ears I calculate what I'm going to say talking to people's a game I can play
I'm working hard to look like I don't try but I get rosy when I say goodbye it's probably true that I want to be known but why do the work when I'm doing just fine all on my own
and I'm trying to read what you want from me and I'm trying to read