As an extrovert,
I guess I need a friend,
but when I start talking to someone,
Other people have no end.
If you’re a girl and I’m nice to you,
it’s as if I laid a curse,
Because people will start shipping,
making things unnecessarily worse.
The most I’m looking for,
is more of like a sister,
I just got out of boys’ school,
I’m not looking to be anyone’s mister.
that my skin is rather thicke,
for others’ imaginary blurred lines,
are starting to make me sick.