The phone kept ringing
as I slipped out of the house
Where can I meet you?
I have all these things I want to say
Why is it the more we meet
the more my heart feels like it’ll tear
Every time
I draw close to those red-stained lips
and want to break down
violently
The way things are, the way things are
don’t blame only yourself for it
Don’t let go of this hand
But I hurt you, didn’t I?
You cried suddenly
“I’m sorry,” the gentle rain
drenches the two of us who are lost
You’re not alone anymore,
like this your heart, has been snatched
All of you
I draw close to those red-stained lips
and want to break down
violently
The ever-coming seasons
change only you
Don’t let go of this hand
I need da kiss that starts from those lips, your troublesome lips
Hittin’ da heart, this is a sick
Why is it the more we meet
the more my heart feels like it’ll tear
Every time
I draw close to those red-stained lips
and want to break down
violently
The way things are, the way things are
don’t blame only yourself for it
Don’t let go of this hand