Vyen,
du i dserv sec'nd chanz?
fils lyk i cnt hold on,
ich and evry day i kip on pretending im ok
iven im not.
i du rily mis u, du u miz me 2?
i dnt think so,
but i stil hoping dat
der wer som tyms of d day
wen u stop en ask urself
"if im ok",
i rily wnt 2 cry...
if im gven a chanz
i'll mke dis things olr8,
i know dis chanz didn't mke 2 come.
but i hope u'l jst let me luv u
until d pain feyds away...
iven 8s bcoz of my own coz
y im goin tru dis but-
but dis is wat i rily fil (i rily luv u)!
w/o pretending,
w/o guts,
w/o hesitation,
w/o regrets-
dis is wat i rily fil w/o anything!!!
whaaa!!!!
i'm a merciless monster,
i've torn ur hart en eat 8 den,
i hav a guts 2 say dis tings!!!
how dare me!
but, oh,
i mis ur rough palm,
ur soft lips,
ur smile
and d comfort wen being in ur arms.
d sensation evrytym u told me saranghe en bo go sippa-
dis wer ol dreams en memoriz now!!
stop!
stop!
i dnt wnt 2 tink,
i dnt wnt 2 talk,
i dnt wnt 2 write-
i just wnt u back-
coz d mem'ries eaten me up-
