I've been taught many things, but I don't know how to have fun, how to live.
They ask what kind of music do I listen to.
But I don't listen to any.
And no, I've never been there before...
Neither have I to that place...
Where have I been anyway?
They talk so stubbornly, I wish I could too.
Wish I can just "loosen" up.
Never got the gist, so I just disappoint them.
I want to hang out, talk, laugh, but I don't know how.
Some try to give me a push, but I push back.
Sorry, it wasn't on purpose.
But they've already left, sour.
I wonder when it'll end.
All the pushing, all the hope that isn't real. All this, lying.
I fell for it again today, this hope, for something better.
But I pushed back, and they told me that they'll see me tomorrow.
I never said it back. I didn't know I was supposed to.