Girls are fragile creatures,
Or maybe it's just me?
Whichever it is, I find myself
A slave to insecurities.

I cannot speak nor defend myself,
Nor will I put up a fight.
I'm too afraid the ones I cherish
Will walk away-- fade into the night..

I'll stay as docile as a lamb,
And follow your very lead--
Even if I know where you take me,
Will only lead to my misery.

Also, like a lamb, I won't approach you,
Not at first. No, I'll run away.
You must be the one to lure me in,
Get closer and closer each passing day.

Until at last you've got me,
And there's no where for me to turn.
I trust you'll take me to a place of safety,
And not the place where I'll be burnt.

And so please remember,
Whether it's because I'm a girl, a lamb, or me,
That I'm never going to come to you,
When it's hard enough to just be.