I didn’t know at first, but I figured after you left, I was selfish and made things hard for you.
But you don’t know, you don’t know my real feelings so listen to me.
I always changed the topics around, because of my pride; I didn’t say anything even when I turned around.
Biting my lips pretending its nothing fearing someone might see, not being able to think.
Too much affection became tenacity. All I’ve tried to be was selfish.
Becoming alone at the end that is not what I’ve intended, being alone on this dark street.
The memory that I loved you, the good memories, how can I erase them? You who left me but,
The memory of you loving me became a bad memory. Must be why it’s so painful?
You treated me like I’m a psycho, the more you did, more I tried to imprison you.
When I was about to get tired of you trying to get away from me, you told me goodbye suddenly.
It was painful again to have my time alone, I’ve been thinking a lot, I was really bad.
I don’t know why, I cared about you a lot, I can’t stand the bad memories that I gave you.
When I looked back, I was a bit of a bad sport. Pretending to understand. Actually I took them all in.
I knew we were different but then I framed you and tried to imprison you in it hundred times.
Beautiful restriction, I believed in it. No I was just not good enough maybe.
Not for you but it was good memory for me. I just have this habit of reaching out for the phone when I wake up.
Would you know? My feelings, would you know?
I still want you, but that you don’t want me make it very hard for me. I need you come back to me.
I didn’t know at first, but I figured after you left, I was selfish and made things hard for you.
But you don’t know, you don’t know my real feelings so listen to me.
I always changed the topics around, because of my pride; I didn’t say anything even when I turned around.
Biting my lips pretending its nothing fearing someone might see, not being able to think.
Too much affection became tenacity. All I’ve tried to be was selfish.
Becoming alone at the end that is not what I’ve intended, being alone on this dark street.
The memory that I loved you, the good memories, how can I erase them? You who left me but,
The memory of you loving me became a bad memory. Must be why it’s so painful?
You treated me like I’m a psycho, the more you did, more I tried to imprison you.
When I was about to get tired of you trying to get away from me, you told me goodbye suddenly.
It was painful again to have my time alone, I’ve been thinking a lot, I was really bad.
I don’t know why, I cared about you a lot, I can’t stand the bad memories that I gave you.
When I looked back, I was a bit of a bad sport. Pretending to understand. Actually I took them all in.
I knew we were different but then I framed you and tried to imprison you in it hundred times.
Beautiful restriction, I believed in it. No I was just not good enough maybe.
Not for you but it was good memory for me. I just have this habit of reaching out for the phone when I wake up.
Would you know? My feelings, would you know?
I still want you, but that you don’t want me make it very hard for me. I need you come back to me.
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