what is boring is my soul that I never use to harm. and what's cruel is your skin perspiring so unkind. I never used to be a boy and I've never been shy. and I never used to kiss like we did last night. no it's no good I'm almost sure I can't be good. love's to share and it's a lie I love to keep on my. head. cause if God is really fair he will forgive me. for the things we used to say and for the guilty. sleep. come come come.... read myself in your late eyes.