Floating, staring at the sky,
telling myself I should try.
Can’t lose anything, or can I?
Am I afraid of her reply?
Will she say forever good bye?
What to do, but sigh;
I’m not that kinda guy,
just quiet and shy.
In the blink of an eye
last chance passed by.
What’s left is tears to cry,
and asking myself why
am I so bloody shy?