why can't you look me in the eye?
I even wonder why.
I stress to think I'm insecure,
or maybe I'm not pure.
Maybe I don't want you in my soul.
I don't know what you'll pull
out of my heart.
But it's definitely soem kind of art.
Maybe I'm afraid to get hurt again.
It happens with all men.
Mostly one in particular.
for he may be familiar.
It's going to take a lot to pour myself to you,
perhaps very new,
for me at least.
but for you I'll go at ease,
because you're the one I want to please.
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