My group thinks
I most likely to be miserable.
They think I'm too secretive.
There is another side.
High probability that they're right.
When my heart has a song to sing,
I sit down by my computer
And do some other thing.
I may seem lonely,
I may seem withdrawn.
I wonder about the probiblity.
Then comes the dawn.
No matter what you think
I hear what you hear, See what you see.
Though I may not seem to
I hear what you say about me.
Still, I think there not as high probability
As they would guest.
I will show my other side someday,
When the time seems best.