The street hasn’t even start turning dark.
Her heart is beating fast, in a place where she thought would be her past.
And the most thrilling has yet to come, with a face she knows best..

It’s just a story she said
One episode from a monologue
Story that will soon be forgotten
Just an affair of the cliché

The bench grown sullen, dark shades upon its wood.
He’s not around, but her mind’s picturing him as if she remember him better
He’s someone she knew, from a hood where she grew..

She doesn’t meant to fall
He never meant to steal her,
She wasn’t worth a penny
until she finally is

It’s just a story they said
One episode from a monologue
story that will passed along time
Just an affair of the cliché

Her Bf, his friend
Her heart, his charm
a kiss and some tears
regrettable bliss

It’s just a story she said
One episode from a monologue
story that she wants to re-tell
Affairs of the cliché
Just an affair of the cliché