Tonight, I thought about the last time we met,
thinking about how I could get free,
and you would still come to me.
And now I blame my shyness on the pressure.
But I can't run from my feelings for you,
as if I know you're true.
You were my healing,
I'm feeling.
Inside my soul, my world is black
and you were the main cause for the shack.
But inside of me,
I felt that we were meant to be.
And then it started pouring on me.
And the teenage crush was breaking;
that night, I broke the shaking.
And then it was all coming to me.
No other boy was chasing me;
my reputation weakened.
You were my good flavor,
I'd savior.
Inside my heart,
we were apart.
And you were my reason for living.
But despite all this,
there never was a kiss.
That was how our story ended.
Confusion started raining on me.