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 everything.
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.