Perfect girl

She's a perfect girl, living in my world
and she's reaching her arms out to touch me
why do i back away?
she's a perfect girl, black hair up in curls
and i'm only inches out of her reach
why do i act this way?
Why can't i just work up the courage to say what's on my mind?
my insecurities gave her the wrong idea this time
She's a perfect girl, living in my world
the next time she reaches out to touch me
i'll still back away
when that perfect girl tells me i rock her world
i won't try to force up any glee
i'll have this to say (say!!!!):
Will you leave me alone?
will you depart? just go