insecure
Insecure
Your beauty shines upon the town,
And I follow behind looking like a clown,
Men come up to you and engulf you,
I struggle behind them trying to get through,
I don’t know why I thought I had a chance,
When you can’t even see me when you glance,
Waiting for the second when they finally leave,
You try to convince me but I just don’t believe,
The reasons you say you’re with me,
Have still yet to be seen.
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