don't blame me, it's not my fault.
you're afraid of the decisions you have to make.
you're obsessed with what isn't yours to take.
you're tired of the confidence you have to fake.
you're ashamed of the way that you break.
stand in your place, and don't blame.

everytime I hate myself and
desire to be other people,
I lose myself
little by
little

my first kiss felt like
the urge to find shelter under a shadow
while walking barefoot on hot sand during a sunny day

but also my first kiss felt like
hurrying to go back to bed under my warm blankets
cause it's freezing anywhere else at the peak of the winter

my first kiss felt like
I was thirsty as if dehydrated
and my hands where searching desperately for a cup of water

and my first kiss felt like
extreme hunger craving to eat
something sugary, something sweet

at last my first kiss felt like
longing for someone when they promised to come
but that never happened
and for that reason
my kiss wasn't with the one I loved
but I pretended it was all along