You'd know

That crooked life we had, on that crooked place we once called home, was so far from what we really were that it hurts me twice as much to admit all this:

From that crooked dream we shared, we could only make up a distorted love. I put all my heart in it.

I thought it would hurt me much more to kiss you goodbye. In the end, I didn't really have to do that, did I? You felt so ashamed of yourself that you had to do it on your own. And you were such a coward that you never opened your eyes to see my face after you did it.