Imperfections

I think about what you might say or what you might think but when i finally get the nerve to tell you the truth i see you and all of that courage fades and i think how could you ever love a girl like me I'm messy and don't have proper manners, i don't always know the right answers or ever say the right things so how could i ever think you would love a girl like me i look at you with agreement that i will tell you today even with all my imperfections i should not dismay i tell you my feelings for you and with the accomplishment still look down in what you will say i look up one last time to see your face and as you smile and stare in dis pare as you ask why it took so long for me to say.