• That day my thoughts reflected,
    the cloudy sky above,
    thinking about silly things,
    like truth and dare and love.
    You seemed so inoccent that day,
    (a little embarrassed too),
    and I think I was angry enough,
    for both me and you.
    That day I told some stories,
    I shouldn't have even said,
    so now I feel empty inside,
    so cold, alone, and dead.
    I fully understand,
    if you're hating me,
    but still I wonder why,
    you haven't set me free.