You told me that you loved me, but I could never tell which
were the truth and which were fake.
Was our love fake or was I just imagining things?
Could I still trust you enough to kiss me and help me
through it all?
Or was everything we had that I thought was special
just some crazy dream; or nightmare?
Did I even know what a nightmare was?
I didn't really know anymore enough to try and think about it.
But even if our love was fake or just a simple crush, please don't let
the last kiss I give you be be a scar that I'll regret.
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