I know I shouldn't be here talking to you
In your eyes flutter out little flickers
As you laugh at me, but that is nothing new
My pulse quickens and pupils grow thicker
Your pale winter skin has been bronzed by sun
While mine is moist from the drinks and strobe lights
“I saw him touch you, I hope you had fun
I was.. enttauscht by it, by the whole sight”
You say while I feel guilt stabbing my chest
I bow my head down, should I be ashamed?
“I shouldn't have flirted, I...” I confessed
“Yes but you did and I saw” you exclaimed
The pink rose to my cheeks, my eyes were slit
You didn't want me, that's why I did it
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