i didn't notice anything until i read it carefully..aah....it's me..since i stalked you..i get it now..you hate me..you never think of me as anything..so..i will forget anything..i will stop everything 'bout you from now on..i will erase my memories 'bout you..so i can live peacefully..farewell..i will stop stalking you..since you hate stalker,that is me,so much..things that left for me is nothing in the end..because everything 'bout me is full of you..i shouldn't hear it..i shouldn't see it..your feelings towards her..your tears for her..since you look so sad,i didn't want you suffer..at least you can share it with me..like that song,i shouldn't let everything if it's you..
Without Words:
I shouldn't have done that.
I should have just ignored it.
Like something I couldn't see.
Like something I can’t see.
I shouldn't have looked at you at all.
I should have ran away.
I should have acted like I didn't hear it.
Like something I couldn't hear.
Like something I can't hear.
I shouldn't have listened to love at all.
Without words you let me know love.
Without words you gave me love.
You made me even hold your breath but you ran away like this.
Without words love leaves me.
Without a word love tosses me away.
What should I say next ?My closed lips were surprised on their own.
Coming without any words.
Why does it hurt so much ?
Why does it hurt continuously ?
Except for the fact that I can’t see you anymore.
And that you are not here any more.
Otherwise it is the same as before.
Without a word you let me know love.
Without a word you gave me love.
You made me even hold of your breath but you ran away like this.
Without a word love leaves me.
Without a word love tosses me away.
What should I say next ?
My closed lips were surprised on their own.
Without a word tears fall.
Without a word my heart breaks down.
Without a word I wait for love.
Without a word I hurt because of love.
I zone out, I become a fool because I cry looking at the sky.
Without a word farewell finds me.
Without a word the end comes to me.
I think my heart was surprised to send you away without any preparation.
It came without a word.
Without a word it comes and leaves.
Like the fever before, maybe all I need to do it hurt for a while.
Because in the end, only scars are left