I'm alright with being friends,
it's much easier to keep love away.
Life like this is okay with me,
I'm not angry or sad anyway.
Big dreams are a waste of time,
so I just focus on small things.
A simple life is better than a complicated one.
I enjoy having small flings.
Don't look into my eyes with those blue gems,
there's nothing wrong with me.
Oh no, I haven't been crying.
There's no pain to see.
Everything is so ironic.
Friends are meant to support each other,
but they all hurt me in the end.
Why do I even bother?
It's just better to pretend.