People don't understand
how lonely it is to be a kid
so two of the loneliest
into a soft bed slid

soft kisses
mixed with hard hearts
she took the lead
and we played our parts

we learned in lust
we moved in motion
how could either foresee
the lurking inset emotion

a heart won't ache
unless it was made to feel
and a heart won't long
unless that feeling was real

so we go to sleep
longing a body to hold
our beds far too empty
our sheets have grown cold

but I won't regret
those things that we did
because for just a second
I wasn't such a lonely kid