I was thirteen and he's eighteen
Thought it's a game I have to win
No, it wasn't love at first sight
But he kept me awake at night
I was fourteen when I knew it
Damn, he really made a sure hit
Yes, I was young and fell in love
I wonder what's His plan above
I was fifteen and he cheated
Not the first time, yes I'm stupid
I called her a friend, now a bitch
Cried so hard then laughed like a witch
I was sixteen, and still hanging
We were still fighting, not quitting
Kissed and made up to start anew
Yet separated without queue
I was seventeen, still smitten
Trapped in Bohol, away and crying
He missed me so much, but again
He found another, goodbye then.
I was eighteen and hated him
Drank away the tears with Jim Beam
Was my love always not enough?
Or perhaps his was just a bluff?
I was nineteen when he came back
I believed my love had lost track
He cried for sorry and explained
I forgot the meaning of pain
I was twenty, finally free
Free from the haunted memory
Of us, of him, of everything
There's no more love, just forgiving.