Loneliness (Part 71)

It was only a kiss, only a kiss,
How’d it end all screwed up like this
It’s all in my head that I’m touching her now

Try to hide, but let go sometimes
What a mess, inside and out
His slowly taking off her dress now

Im in bed, alone in bed
Starting to hate myself for it
The sickness inside doesn’t make sense.

Wake up, loneliness is next to me
Forgetting the things I miss
Remembering silhouettes of broken dreams.

All of this, Every part of it
Memory, Illusion or maybe even regret?
Ignore for now, let the pain be taken by the hidden me instead.