What if I told you that know a secret and that's not my own?
No, the secret belongs to the girl you call your Love,
The one that sleeps beside you.
As you left the table, she spilt the beans to two of her friends and me,
A complete stranger.
She was talking about bad you were in bed and how annoying it was,
That you had only had one partner.
Talking trash about your lack of experience and then she gave you a grade,
As you walk back to the table.
A grade that you might not want to hear since you scored quite low.
As your friend I should have told you, but I didn't.
The reason?
You had been flirting with me the past seven months or so,
Only to ghost me for her.
I'm glad we didn't take it further, but the secrets I told you,
I can never take back.
