Now how do i begin my words,
how do i put my mouth in motion,
My feet are in a scare and so is my body,
I try to hold the tremble,
but my teeth turn to shutter.
If only i had control to my speech,
i would've add a little thunder to my tone.
With every passing daylight,
i get imprisoned in fear.
What a fright to be in the spotlight,
yet,i...