I want to talk,
But I don't know what about.
I seem so young,
So It's easy to deceive.
Advice isn't needed,
Your engagement is greatly received.
I know who I am at the moment;
There will be some sort of reprieve.
I'm sorry for all my little white lies,
Just to keep you around me.
I hate to pretend I need advice from you,
But that's the only way for me to have a friendship too.
Maybe it's the gap,
Maybe you can't see past it.
Gotta stop before I snap.
All these lectures don't fully transmit.
I wish I'd be sincere.
Like someone you hold dear.
Although in my current state...
I guess you wouldn't hear.
I pretend to need your help
because I truly want your friendship.
After every encounter I say..."whelp".
You're the only one who's able to lend it.
It's all such a shame,
We have so many things in common,
I guess I'm to blame,
For thinking you'd give anything more than ramen.
I ask for advice because it makes others feel good.
Right after every encounter,
I don't really feel like I should.
I haven't met the right people,
Nor am I sure about the future.
I won't try to do anything illegal
I'm not the same person you were.
As you keep going on,
I bite my lip.
I know what I'm doing is wrong,
But there's no true way to skip.
