I should like to think people would remember me;
When I leave.
I should like to think people would say,
"She was a lovely girl, always smiling"
But I know better.
People won"t remember.
And that"s my fault.
I should have made an effort,
Showed people that I wanted them,
Needed them.
But no.
I was too shy and then too proud
To admit that I needed them;
To admit that I needed anyone.
I had my love and I had my self,
And that"s all it appears that I want.
But appearances are deceptive,
I should have been more receptive,
I should have tried harder to be pleasing.
I should have pushed away my pride,
My face should not have lied
And then I'd not be beside myself.
