"What would you like to do?"
You always have the same answer
"Oh, I don't know."
Won't you even talk to me anymore?


I even have trouble remembering your face now.
The memories of you and I, they're starting to feel hazy, you know.
It's like the time we spent together was just a dream.
I really hate you.
I don't really think that, I wish I could bring myself to hate you.
I don't want to think about you anymore. It hurts, a bit.
"I miss you."
That's what I would say to you.

Even now I still dream about you.
There you're still nice to me, you don't pretend I'm not there.
I wasn't in love with you, but you were the only person I had. I wasn't the only person that you had, though.
And yet you would still come back for me.
That made me happy, you know.
"Say, did I do anything wrong?"
"Of course not."
Are you lying to me?
If I didn't hurt you then why would hurt me.
Well it's not like you did anything.
You didn't do anything.
That's why it hurts.