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You're trying to make me suffer by making me miss you, aren't you?
I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in your head. Let's get rid of all these speculations, and kiss in the worst way possible.
Then, I, either white or black or something, standing back-to-back with a nightmare, I will open my eyes ...
... at a voice echoing from deep under the sea. I dampened myself with cold water, and then shook it off
Even in these days with constantly on-going love tactics and setups, I have an addiction to loving and being loved.
The fact I'm missing you is making me feel imprisoned.
I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in your head. Let's get rid of all our bounds and limits, and let the encroachment begin.
As the delicate distance between us begins to deform, I'm on my mission to peek into that crevice.
I'll break in with my usual customary words. So what? I do that all the time!
Even when I completely understand your eloquent arguments, I still feel I'm merely being tamed by your extreme analogies.
I am approaching my limit, but cannot seem to exceed it.
That's why today, once again,
I will sleep while getting lost in your intriguing attitude.
It's 5 minutes till the end, and we have just about run out of things to say.
"See ya next week!" said you, casually. However, I reached my hand to your swaying coat.
And then, Don't make me suffer by making me miss you, would you?
In the end, it is you, not me, who have had a good grasp of the situation. Let's get rid of the locks, and kiss in the most heavenly way possible.