As a writer I had to think this through
Having to find the quickest ways to get over you
Was my move
Not really getting it confused
But just wondering on what I'd have to do
When it's no longer me and you
I never really noticed until now
That my shyness came about
Around a crowd of five
Any more I'd drowned
Keeping into the sinking
My pride was never there
I put it down
Underneath the bed
- We lie
It was within the moments of stares
That I got scared
I shiver from shyness
Of being unread
Of having a story that has not t been said
Talk about burying the died
When I wanted nothing else
Nothing else needed to be shed
It was one of those things
That I wouldn't bring to the table
Just to clear it
Every time I sit
I listen to the favour of people's labour
It was a way in which I'd savour the moment and maybe make it greater
For you to believe in me wasn't really a thing
But just remember me
