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.