Ain't It a Shame

I'm afraid of what will be made of myself in the end 

When I can no longer pretend or hide 

What it is that I feel inside for this guy 

That I've previously tried to pry at but just sighed at 

Because there was no hope for me socially 

So I just turned inwardly loath-fully 
And intentionally but coldly 
Slowly gave little to no Acknowledgement to him being present 

Out of spite because with all my might 
I felt resent about my embarrassment 

And as you can see that didn't help me none 

Because I stay caught up on him 
From the raising of the slim white crescent 
To the descent of the glowing hot sun 

A constant flowing of complaints solvencies restraints policies 
Are always processing then deemed dumb,

It seems like I cant have no kinda fun 
Because im always stressing off some*thing*

From the visibility of my acne to the fluency when I speak 
To the impression I've left with him

All the while I'm crushin' my cheeks are flusin' and im rosy red blushin'

Searching and hoping for a sign of fondness of affection

Like an intimate question or a soft stroke of the cheek caressin' or the built up walls lessen

But none of that shows ope there goes all hope

Out the window and now I'm back to feeling low

There isnt much left to do but get soaped up and shower down

Man if there ever was a time to get doped up it would be now

Aint it a shame feeling lame 

'Cuase you dont know if what theyre feeling is the same as you 

But screw it, its too risky, you're through with it, 

So you keep calm and carry on 

Even though it all feels wrong 

And you end up writing this song