"We’ve been talking for a while now.
Or should I say ‘you’ve been talking’?
I’ve been listening.
Smiling to keep you from noticing.
You shared a story.
A memory of you and her.
You were both drunk, you say.
You were together the whole night,
But you never took advantage.
You respected her.
But you’re also drunk right now.
And you’re holding my waist.
You’re not mine.
And I’m not yours either.
You even kissed me in the cheeks.
I don’t know why, but I let you kiss me.
Maybe I like you.
Or maybe not.
But tomorrow, someone will ask
“Do you like him?”
And I’d say “no”.
‘Cause from experience,
What I need is respect.
Respect even if I’m not perfect.
Respect even if I’ve been naughty for some time.
Respect even if I made a lot of mistakes.
Respect even if I continue to be imperfect.
And now you’re taking advantage of me.
Maybe respect is something you can give,
But you’re not willing to give it to me.
So maybe I like you.
But for once, I want to love myself.
This time I will try my best to decide wisely.
Guess I’ll just wait for someone else
Who’ll be willing to pay respect for me."