| I’m sorry. |
| Just a small person like me, loves you insanely.
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| I’m waiting. |
| I have nothing spectacular but I want you shamelessly.
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| Even if I wonder all over the world and open my eyes wider to find you,
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| I know that you are only one. |
| and although I really want to find you…
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| Love me, don’t make me cry.
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| I couldn’t say even this one word with confidence that was even quicker
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| than breathing. |
| I’m a coward that always just hides
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| I’m sorry. |
| I can’t let you go with my own hands
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| because of this attached attachment.
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| Because you are so crammed in my eyes, I can’t see anything else.
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| and although I want to attempt to ask you to move over into my heart…
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| Love me, don’t make me cry.
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| I couldn’t say even this one word with confidence that was even quicker
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| than breathing. |
| I’m a coward that always just hides
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| I too, once, slipped out unknowingly from a growing love
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| and even cried and whined like a child that has lost its way.
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| You wouldn’t know of my broken heart.
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| Don’t close your eyes, look at me.
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| Even if go closer to your ears and attempt to say something,
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| When I stand infront of you, all I do is step backwards.
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| I am just a coward.
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| Only for you I wait. |