Once in a while I look at my beautiful self
And I wonder how some left me on a shelf
There's so much more to me than you see
One day you'll say how can this be
I'm clever more often than you can know
Though often I refuse to put on a show
Everything has a place in my little head
And not often do I not mean what I said
Sometimes I wonder if I"m like the lonely whale
Or I"m cast off in the sea with a little sail
Doomed to be misunderstood by all
Then one day you understood my call
Some days I wonder if you just pretend
Others I just reassure myself through friends
It's hard to understand little, crazy me
But I'm glad some days you see only me
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