What holds me back to let you know I care?
What makes me tongue-tied to utter simple words in your presence?
Ah, I guess self-pity is what's stopping me
To tell you and show you that I Love You!
Without looks to match your charm
Without brains to level with your intelligence
Without humour to catch up with your gaiety
And no money to get even with your wealth.
All these questions, all these wanderings
Keep me awake most of the night
Your indifference and my insecurities,
Alas, they are all the trimmings of an insane mind
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