I was pulling out my hair,
I just wanna shine!
So put on your war paint.
I had a dream so big and loud,
That somedays you're the only thing I know.
I paint my face with glitter in the morning light,
'Till I saw blue-haired boy.
Hey,
It's cruel you know.

I guess we're like paper.
The handmade ones I mean.

Before that, we had a sheen,
We were a large empty sheet.

But sometimes we've broken down
Into useless little pieces that would make one frown,
And can't find a way
To fix ourselves in less than a day.

But you can't just tape paper
When it's ripped by life's alligator.

You have to make something new
With that familiar thing, you once knew,
And mix it up with unfamiliar things,
So you can give that paper some zing.

Now it's something new.
No longer the thing you once knew.

A thing with a past,
That if stood alone, would not last.

I laughed as you asked me if I and that guy are together.
I had to wipe the tears from my face when I said, "No, we're not together.
Never, ever in a million years.
We're only friends, not lovers."

You said we're a perfect pair,
Well, put that thought back into your hair,
'Cause the both of us are just friends.
We're not gonna follow the trends,
And suddenly be each other's 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

I know I sometimes call him cute
When I see his hair ******* and dressed in a suit,
But I mean it platonically,
Not romantically.
Plus, he likes another girl,
And I another guy.
That's why you'll never catch us together,
'Cause we don't like each other.
Well, not in 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 way.

You still think we'll end up together,
Like those romance novels you read since forever.
But I can assure you,
Those dreams will never come true.
We're just friends.
Why ever would we be lovers?