The words keep slipping out of my mouth,
Bubbling to the surface, then they burst out
Before I can retreat, take a step back,
I realize my words have made an impact
Then I make it worse and speak again,
Leading to the conversation's end
I always mess it up, always pour them out,
They just keep running, escaping from my mouth
I utter random words, make obscure sounds,
I give them all the benefit, when my weirdness is found
Then they run away, screaming in fear
And leave lonely me still standing here
I speak before I think, I talk to myself,
I'm all the things that state I need help
The words keep running, jumping out of my mouth,
They let loose before I can catch them, they easily get out
Before I can stop it and further ruin my chances,
I allow another slip up and there are no more dresses and dances
No more happy endings and no more falling in love,
All because of the words that slipped out of my mouth.
~Olivia
I'm weird and I'm proud. I take randomness as a compliment. Being the awkward little girl I am, bringing words out of my mouth is quite the daunting task, so slip-ups aren't really my biggest fear....
I guess some things are just better left unsaid :)
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