It's strange that you don't owe him
Nothing can be put into his pocket
You don't want to be loved
Only his perfunctory can be regarded as caring
It shouldn't be like you deserve it again
You can't fall in love until you don't know how to calculate
Return comes first. Hugging is just selling and buying
Not love is good and helpless
It's sick to see you crying and laughing, sitting and waiting, standing and sleeping
The perceptual ashes sink into the bottomless sea
You turn black, white and red so fast
Reason and love are always defeated
I'm afraid your left brain will start to rot
Your head is covered with moss
Usually smart you are waiting for him to slaughter
You'd rather enjoy being hurt
They don't let go and accept another favor
It shouldn't be like you deserve it again
How can you be willing to mourn for him if you are not happy
I can't see me around you in a daze
Like a beggar in front of you
I'm crying and laughing for you. It's sick to sit and wait and stand and sleep
The perceptual ashes sink into the bottomless sea
My face turns black, white and red so fast
Reason and love are always defeated
We're all crying and laughing, sitting and waiting, standing and sleeping. It's sick
The perceptual ashes sink into the bottomless sea
His face turned black, white and red quickly
Reason and love are always defeated
Our left brain is beginning to rot
Love is the most wonderful thing
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