I have no intention of getting along (original ver)

A smile is not permission.
Cuteness is a form of defense.

"I'm Not Here to Be Friendly" wraps discomfort about crossed boundaries
in a playful yet ironic pop sound.

The more innocent the words, the sharper they cut.
The kinder the ambiguity, the more dangerous it becomes.
Drawing a line before someone steps too close
isn't coldness-it's survival.

There's no need to shout to refuse.
Smiling, staying cute,
and still saying clearly: "You're not allowed in."

This isn't a sanctuary.
It's simply the place where I remain myself.