Whispers flutter across the room over to me,
I hear them,
I know what they say,
I know what you possibly think.
Why don't you say those things to,
my face?
Only whisper them to your friends,
and I,
only hear the whispers from across the room?
Are you afraid of me?
Or,
Are you afraid of what you feel for me?
Won't you come and talk to me?
Let me her your words from your mouth,
instead of from the whispers of your friends from across the room?
I promise,
I'll be nice.
I promise,
I'm not scary,
but most of all,
I promise,
that my response,
will surprise you.
Whispers flutter across the room over to me,
I hear them,
I know what they say,
I know what you possibly think.
Why don't you say those things to,
my face?
Only whisper them to your friends,
and I,
only hear the whispers from across the room?
Are you afraid of me?
Or,
Are you afraid of what you feel for me?