I keep running away (for no reason).
Isn't that funny?
Thus the days pass by, just like that.
I guess you prefer girls like her after all.
So this is... jealousy? I have no use for that.
Nothing will come out of feeling that way.
Is love a decrescendo?
You've taken one step farther from me.
Why is it so?
It's not like that... but I can't speak of my true feelings.
My regrets keep increasing
As I waste precious time on avoiding the real
problem.
So this is the game of love.