Please don’t hate me, the bitter taste of a latte you dislike
The weak-willed me, the direction of love
What I say and what I do
Aren’t they different? You must think so
Watching me act like a different person, the paralysis of love
Frills, gathers, and A-lines
Adding eyelashes, eyeliner
I can’t show my true self
This love will fall apart, won’t it?
The dress you like is a color that doesn’t suit me
No matter how many times I look at the personal color diagnosis
Please don’t hate me, the bitter taste of a latte you dislike
If that’s what it takes to defeat me, then I don’t need this love
But…
I understand, through your attitude
Is what’s scary, laziness?
I’d rather, I’d rather, something like that
I’m anxious
I want to rampage, I want to hurry, I want to expose
Like a child who can’t find the right words
No matter how much I try
My luck doesn’t change, my love doesn’t change, hey
My heart is pounding, I’m struggling now
I’d rather you hate me
The bitter taste of rejection
If you took a sip, my feelings would clear up
Don’t forget my love
The bitter taste of a latte you dislike
If you find yourself finishing it without realizing
I’ll become an adult
But…
The dress you like is a color that doesn’t suit me
No matter how many times I look at the personal color diagnosis
Please don’t hate me
The bitter taste of a latte you dislike
If that’s what it takes to defeat me
Then I don’t need this love
But…