I don't know what we're doing,
Don't know what you see,
I've so many questions,
About you and me.
You think I'm pretty,
And you kissed me that night,
But now what happens,
Is everything alright?
Is there more to this,
Than drunken mistake,
I'm just here waiting,
For the next move you make.
There's that boy I know,
He appreciates me for me,
Nice arse a bonus.
I love talking to that boy,
He knows I'm a person,
Not just a pretty face.
We're young and have dreams,
There's no need to rush.
We're enjoying the company,
There's no judgement,
We can understand.
Living and laughing,
Nothing serious.
Tell me, when did crying,
Become something weak,
Something to fight against,
And hide behind doors.
Crying comes from passion,
Strong emotional depth,
It communicates the things,
Mere words cannot.
To cry is to feel,
And have strength to admit,
This is human,
And this is ok.