An Unconventional Wallflower

I am very happy to see you,

in second taught; I have these dark clouds hanging over me.

In my head I reminisce how you could once be my love coup.

Now we are strangers, don't you agree?

Maybe our love deteriorated over time.

Why do I feel so free?

Maybe you were not worth my dime.

I learned from my mistakes dear.

Love is somewhat confusing.

Nobody ever taught me how to forget about true love.