Sometimes I wish I never told anyone about you
Because when you were my secret
I could have you whenever
Didn't really have to hide cause no one suspected it
It didn't hurt anybody because no one knew
But now they do
Now there's actual consequences if I see you
Now people actually care
Now we make people worried
And I think I hate myself for telling people
Because I miss you, your cold touch, your burn. I miss it.
