We already discussed this,
Our time, your time, my time,
Isn't made for useless relationships,
You had already experienced it,
I didn't and I don't want to,

Our adolescent life is built on hormones,
Preferences instilled by our peers, Pressure built but not released,
Holding, showing, giving, wanting,
Pretty eye sparkly pieces,
Give me your canvas and let me paint it, Don't distract me because of your own desires,
You could paint your own,
And reflect your fire,
But if we do it independently,
That doesn't make us a 'we'?

Show me your friends,
And I'll tell you who you are,
Our discussion wasn't enough,
Tell me more,
They say there is no lasting 'us',
During adolescence days,
Or at least, not as many,
As we would like the story to say,

Can't we be the 0.01 that succeed?
Or are you afraid,
That you might crumble,
To your old deeds?
That you'll plant the wrong seed?
Water a disgruntled tree?
Reap a rotten peas?
Are you afraid of me?
That I'll be your rotten meat?
A wrong target?
An ungrateful beast?
A pest for eternity?

Are you afraid of the bystanders?
Who will spread their lips in dismay? Show a face of displease?
Cripple what's meant to be?
Are you afraid of you or me?
Or your company's unpleasant feel?