Why do they seem to imply,
That I would be your perfect guy?
They were asking about that and this,
They were asking if we kissed.
"No, we didn't,"
I would say,
They'd ask, "Why?"
I'd turn away.
Then I'd explain,
The relationship we share,
One of true friendship,
One of true care.
Yet some believe,
In their misinformed ways,
That I'm in love with you,
Just like the old days.
It's a shame they don't understand,
The way I sacrifice,
The typical traits,
Of a teenaged life.