After all

you should have kissed me then,  

that day, that night, that moment.  

now you have no right to even touch me.  

but it's unlikely that you're heavy-hearted.  

after all, you are not inclined to sentimentality.  

in hell you'll play the harp.  

after all, you're just an angel with wings torn off.  

i'm sorry for you,  

you live in self-deception  

and misunderstanding.  

nobody likes you, right?  

you reject and use,  

you break and trample.  

and yet,  

you should have kissed me then,  

that day, that night, that moment