Fairytales
I don't believe in them
Especially when people play the roles
I'm sleep, thinking I’m dreaming them
I met a boy and asked him what he thought of our relationship
Well, i said friendship but I thought it the same
Until he had me tripping over how we label it with names
"Friendship? I wouldn't call it that"
Then what the fuck is it?
Riding in the building at 10 pm, movies at 11, blowing bubbles at 12
I'm confused and i can't even tell
what's real anymore?
Is it the words that we exchange?
Or the connection that we feel and continue to make?
Or pseudo relationship i wish i could break?
Because all you bring is indecision and reason to raise the stakes against you
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