Ten years and you're back again.
But I don't want to go back to this.
These kids were not my friends. high school memories just like a kiss.
Forget how they laughed.
Forget how I cried.
Forget how I lied to myself.
Just like a kiss and I can't forget how it was.
Just like a kiss. and I can't forget my discomfort.
I'll never forget hiding behind this smile.
I never intended to let them see me while I was afraid.
Always hiding behind something.
That something's changing all the time.
It seems I'm crying about nothing.
Or maybe it's something I kept inside of myself