Do my eyes seem too forgiving?
Are my features not strong?
Do my movements make me appear naive?
Because I've caught on,
I've caught on.
And I know my face looks innocent,
And my body appears weak.
My words come out quiet and small
But when I need to I will speak.
I'm not here for you to hurt
You can't kill me with your blame,
Keep your control for someone else,
I'm not here for you to tame.
So are my hands small enough to hold?
Are my lips soft enough to kiss?
Is my waist the perfect size to wrap your arms around?
My personality enough to miss?
