I had a feeling this was coming.
However, I never
Thought it would ever come to this.
What do you think it was?
It was one kiss.
It feels so cold,
Lying here without you.
Or rather, without anyone, anyway
It's true.
I loved you.
And there's nothing left to say
At this, my own funeral day.
I was a good man,
At least, I think.
But the tombstone reads
"Jerk,
Murderer,
Kisser,
Fraud"
My memories are long gone
No thanks to you,
Or rather, no thanks to me.
It's true.
I loved you.
And now I'm gone
"The Fraud"
Will never touch your lips again.