I kissed that girl.
But did she mean anything?
Not exactly, you can say I was hurt.
Hurt by whom?
Hurt by the one I truly loved.
Yet, I let it out with pain.
Deceitful pain.
The pain that stays bickering.
The type that swells and never let's you think.
I feel like a monster.
Chasing away our last hopes.
And in the end I was sorry.
But I guess it was too late.
Our lips met for the first.
While my true love's whispered goodbye.