they call me shy but i guess i like people this isn't really my fault i just don't like talking they think something's wrong that i should be loud and as outgoing as them that's not who i am a paper face. a quiet girl who'd rather listen a paper face. someone you don't see but yes, i am here i sit there every day they're calling me names ignoring what they say but inside it's hurting i've done nothing wrong so why did they all choose to pick on me now maybe someday they'll stop a paper face. a girl who is hiding pretend to be nothing a paper face. i guess i pretend but i really am