left and right, always being inert
to these so-called friendships.
it's like looking at a comic strip
but without the jokes and laughs;
a girl's delicate heart breaks in half.
one after the other,
and then comes another.
hoping for a change with this one
but it's all the same in the long run.
he will leave, she will leave,
and i'm the only one left to grieve.
but you who leaves will never see
the somber pain you've given me.
for when you see me, i'll be strong,
hide the real me, and jolly along.
to this day, you still don't know
but would you care? no, you won't.
sometimes i think that i really hate you.
but no matter how hard i try, i really don't.
i really wish i could hate you.
but foolishly, i still care for you
even if you don't care for me at all.
