I guess, it doesn’t have to be me
We were emotionally strained
Always fighting before we knew it
I’m sorry
For so long I’ve been meaning say
We probably aren’t suited for each other
In a room with just the two of us
You were the only one talking
Perhaps one day, if we meet again somewhere
Will you be able to laugh about what happened today
Can’t really explain why
But I don’t like crying after you’ve fallen asleep
Your voice, your face, your awkwardness
All of it, all of it I kind of like
Like a dry flower
The days spent with you will probably, probably, probably, probably
Fade away in color
I guess I’m glad it wasn’t you
You won’t make me cry anymore
Words like “why is it always on me”
Have disappeared
Such a sad break-up but
Time makes you forget
You who now stand next to someone else
I wonder if it’s going well for you
Never want to see your face again
Don’t try to stay in touch
Still expect things to always go your way
But I can’t ignore you so I answer back
Your voice, your face, your awkwardness
I guess, even now I kind of like
Like a dry flower
With passing time
Probably, probably, probably, probably fade away in color
Evil spirits quiver in the moonlight
There’s probably something wrong with me too
Colors float in the darkness
Red, yellow, blue in the depths of my heart
Keep calling out your name
Feelings of love still
Leave a scent
Your voice, your face, your awkwardness
All of it, all of it I hate
Flowers that have yet to wilt
I place with you
Forever, forever, forever, forever
Hold on to them