There was once a girl,
She was small she was nice.,
But she didn't quite know,
just how to say hi.
There was once a boy,
He was tall, charismatic,
But he didn't quite know,
Just how to be quite.
And they both got in trouble for the things they didn't quite say.
Like "I'm sorry," or "How was your day?"
Forming the words are just too hard to find sometimes.
Not talking enough, or talking too much, where is the line?
Writing down words are much too easier when I should just be able to speak my mind.
Without having to find,
Society's social cues.
Maybe in another hundred years, I might be something,
because I have severe executive dysfunction,
Sure I'm mentally stable but not very able to tell you the things I wish to bring to the table.
Guess I wasn't there,
When they threw up in the air.
All of those social cues.
