Why can’t I even be in love? I’m always clumsy like it’s my first time
It’s just a common love and breakup But I am sick for days and I can’t do anything
Why are there so many things to throw away? There are so many things you’ve given to me
I have a fever, as if I will die from being sick No matter what medicine I take, it doesn’t help But because being sick is my own prerogative I will just be waiting
Why can’t I even say goodbye? I need to erase all the familiarized memories
I guess you go through a break up as much as you loved someone Because I only live with worries and thoughts about you
Why are there so many things to throw away? There are so many things you’ve given to me
I have a fever, as if I will die from being sick No matter what medicine I take, it doesn’t help But because being sick is my own prerogative I will just be waiting
I have hurt and been in despair as much as I want you Because regret and lingering attachments remain as much as I loved you
I know that only you have left Because I still love you, because I’m hurting
It’s my prerogative, it’s my prerogative So I will just be waiting
I have a fever, as if I will die from being sick No matter what medicine I take, it doesn’t help But because being sick is my own prerogative I will just be waiting