It’s shameful that I can’t call out your name. I might just be a failure at love
I can’t even hold those lovable shoulders tight. So please scold this pathetic heart of mine
Sometimes we feel happy to look after someone, but sometimes it’s painful
Sometimes it feels good to have someone look after us, but right now it’s a bit complicated
Tough surely, if we were to unravel it all,
The misunderstandings, doubts, and disagreements are all so terribly small
It’s shameful that I miss your smile so much. You know, I might just be a failure at love
I can’t return the grasp of those lovable hands. So please scold this pathetic heart of mine
Sometimes it feels nice to rely on someone, but sometimes it’s bothersome
Sometimes it feels nice to be relied upon, but right now it’s a bit hard to say
Though surely, if we shared just a bit more of ourselves,
They’re nothing more than uncertainties, confusions, and disagreements
It’s shameful that I can’t call out your name. I might just be a failure at love
I can’t even hold those lovable shoulders tight. So please scold this pathetic heart of mine