The Person On Your Left
Walking down the hall
I see so many faces
Faces of people I know
But never speak to
And the loud girls
They make friends so fast
But the shy ones
What chance do they have?
It's not my fault
It's just how I am
No lack of skill or desire
It's just really hard
To approach someone new
And simply say "hi"
Can be the hardest thing in the world
If only there was some way
That everyone had to make
The same effort I do
Every single day
There's just one time
I know I'll be okay
When the teacher says to us
"We'll be working in pairs"
Then I know for sure
We can't help but be friends
And that's the time
My shyness goes away
And the true me comes out
And they're always surprised
That the quiet one is talking
And laughing and smiling
But I'd do that every day
If the teacher always said
"You'll be working with
The person on your left"
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