I am nothing but a girl who can cry extensively at old tragedies
And laugh impulsively as humorous situations
This miserable encounter had nothing to do with me
The moment was a recurring nightmare; created lifetimes before stupid love
And it seriously came back to haunt me
I went further than forgiving the boy
I accepted him as another victim of the same puppeteer
His beautiful green eyes ceased my concentration and looked deep into my own
And I gave in
There was no more lies; no more barefaced, merciless lies
He was not innocent and neither was I
We all fight to conquer love
But love must not be forgotten