I struck up hastily with great relish
Introspect it inside, you must break
The box of your mind to see my imaginative dream
It seems so strange to confess myself...
I dipped my fingers in the water and washed her dry lips
Stop me, lock me up
I wanted to be cranky
Out of the ordinary
I wanted to get fresh fads immediately
He can change me
All my troubles slipped into this mellow felicity
He will dig your sadness too
It seems so strange to confess
Bur what else can you do?
Are you still running somewhere?