S.T.E.P.H.A.N.

So insecure of himself, he can't see what I see
There is a standard for skilled, and he's the epitome
Elsewhere is the home for his racing thoughts
Pleasing everyone is what he wants most
He loves like the wind, you turn back for a second
Away he goes, but only if you make him
No doubt you'll see that he's what you've been missing