I don't I wanna type a- nother paragraph filled with what you said and stuff I can't control anymore I am done with this phase of my- I'm done with phase of our- I'm done with phase of the youth I'm young and I'm happy that's what it should be but if happiness is real I wish I never walked with you that day I know it seems like I'm complaining but I'm grateful you put a smile on my face I'm wondering if what you said you meant every unspoken word that I heard in your deep breaths and facial expressions or am I fo-o-ol tell me the truth am I fo-o-ol or is this how it should be you tell everyone your friends don't matter you turn to my face and now you're calling me a friend I wonder why pretending or am fo-o-ol