That one kiss,
That first kiss
Between you and me
Made me believe we were going to be something
Could've been something
Wish we'd been something
You even wanted to be something
Your shamefulness
Hurts one, of only me
Because you do it to every girl you see
You fall in love, you make a scene
You take away the passion
Now in every kiss
Cause you're thinking of someone else on your list
I'm not a tool, you can't use me
I don't regret anything I did
I just need to get you out of my head
So this last poem,
And this last kiss
Will surely be the end of this.
