We're now like two parallel lines,
we look at the same place but are so, so different
I don’t have anyone else but you
but why does it feel like I’m completely outside of you?
If I stay quiet, you ask, “are you okay? are you mad?”
Well, did you even do anything to me to make me mad?
You’re a beauty and I am pitiful
I hope there will be a miracle of you loving me more than I love you, but no

You don’t have me but I’m filled with you
It’s making me mental
Why are you doing this? Why are you making me into a fool?
I’m warning you now, stop confusing me