Grow

Growing up a shy cub/ never put my hand up

Always had my head down/ made sure I sat at the back cause

It would be/ Derek called up to the front to speak

Shaking knees start to sweat/ then I couldn't really breathe

Still a public speaking mess/ even in my dreams yes

In duress/ always anxious on any test

Look upon the ground/ never above the horizon

Can't speak a word/ or engage a girl in her eyes and I'm

Running round the room/ like a fool just all mess

Mind wandering pondering/ if I'm hexed

My body soars/ in a world just all line's

When I situate myself in rhymes/ I'm all fine