My Legs Shake

I guess you don't love the songs,
you just like the way you felt.
You never had any doubts of;
I'm sorry, I'm calling you out.

You'd clap your hands
and stomp your feet,
claim you felt something.
It was deep,
we all noticed your voice.

Your first day of school,
and we were right there.
You showed everyone the songs,
they laughed.