She’s pretty, isn’t she

Your friend asks you this

Your friend that never asked you this

Not the last time, or the time before

Because your friend could always tell

But it’s different this time

She’s pretty, isn’t she

It echoes in your head, and you nod

She’s pretty

You picture the flower she held

It was prettier than her, maybe

You like her anyway

Maybe more than you would’ve if it wasn’t

Your friend nods

And will you try this time?

Your friend asks you this

Your friend that never asked you this

But it’s different this time

Will you try?

Your friend asks again, and you nod

You want to try

You picture the mask you put on

The one you put on, to meet her

You were afraid

Maybe more than the last times

Your friend nods

Good.

And your friend doesn’t ask any more

Your friends job is done

Except for one final reminder

It’s a friend’s job to tell you this

And for you to follow their advice

Be yourself.

You must follow their advice

If you don't, it’ll never work

Your friend reminds you

That’s what the friend is for

To keep you from making silly mistakes

Ones that could hurt you in the future

For who could love someone

That isn’t themself?