exactly twelve months ago,
better known a year,
I met someone who helped me at my lows,
and who made me forget all my fears.
this person made me forget,
all the negatives that I saw,
but now I can't help but regret,
for not seeing all the flaws.
I guess I was happy,
and I thought that they were too,
but I was really just too sappy,
and just sang too many blues.
they were my first,
but I was their last,
maybe I was cursed,
but things just went too fast.
I thought I meant more,
perceived by being special,
but I was no different than those before,
and I guess the reason is confidential.
I regret putting my hand in yours,
and I wish I never knew,
because this love is a closed door,
and even you regret it too.
