Every now and then when she would talk to me Two voices would come out One, introverted, small, quiet, free The other came outgoing and in shouts Like when I had that bully She spat right in his face Told him to leave me be Told him he’s a disgrace But when she met cute guys As quiet as a mouse She smiled, very shy Then ran back in her house She might have two sides One ready to defend The other often cried But both are my friend