It didn't affect you, my friend, at all.
It was an accident after all.
When your lips brushed mine,
it wasn't on purpose.
Nobody caused this.
I said we're fine.
Yes, I'm fine.
It isn't your fault, no.
At myself, I'm mad
that my cheeks are red.
My heart skips a beat in a hurry,
and my vision is clouded, blurry.
I'm about to faint.
I'm in love
but you ain't.