"Too Much"

I talk, and talk, and talk.Can you hear the others? Even though I'm friendly, Even though I smile, There is silence deep within my soul.

He would never be interested in a girl like me. She will never understand me. Do my ducklings really need me?

Too much, too much, too much, Is whispered in my ear. I constantly put myself out there, When I really feel like a little girl, alone in a dark room.

But the light is turned on. A man holds out his hand and says, "Come with me. And I will give you peace."

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