Little glass soldiers and their ranks swell they fall in lockstep, clacking on the tabletop and how many, I can't tell
Notes over the air Loud enough to force a pair Who want to talk A little closer together
To be completely forthright I have this kind of insight somewhere between seldom and never
I couldn't say, now, why I came Except to watch the people dance but from the corner, a loaded glance and I forget my name
And I forget my name.
I I have to look away and I Haven't got the faintest notion why I feel this way but I I I'll bet I say something wrong and all dutch courage gone and maybe I should stand and go or risk letting my strangeness show and staring at the bartop wood and didn't notice when she stood and heart is ramming through my chest and barely felt her light caress and eyes **** up to catch a dark pair staring back at me and I I Forget There's only her And she's smiling back.
The best way to get over social anxiety is to realize that everybody gets it sometimes. Every time I get to know someone pretty well I say to myself: 'Wow, you're not nearly as confident as you try to show the world.'.