I tossed a coin.

Heads, and i'll tell.

Tails, and i will remain silent.

It was tails, but i'm really sick of keeping it all to myself.

Then again, if i do tell, i'm really afraid of the outcome.

I'M SCREWED UP, why must i always blow my chances away!

if i could, i would turn time around and redo what i did, what i said.

i know myself.

i'll continue hiding, avoiding, pretending it doesn't bother me.

I'll force myself to forget. i'll look as if i don't give a damn.

But deep down i do, and only a few know.

if i managed to get over the last,

I can definitely do it again.

It's just a teenage phase, i'll pull through.

but, i'm afraid i'll regret.