finding you somewhere
although it may be too late
Lots of hatred for healing,
so much disposable love.
hearing you while talking in front of me
although we may be apart
This is the world with so little sultry
That I can not alleviate.
You are my obsession,
I would like to catch you.
You are my destruction,
I can not stop thinking (about you).
I have to order
this confusion,
I want to be free
for (starting/finding) a new love.