She doesn't kiss me on the mouth anymore. 'Cause it's more intimate, than she thinks we should get. she doesn't look me in the eyes anymore. too scared of what she'll see. somebody holding me.
// 希望的な
When I wake up all alone. And I'm thinking of your skin. I remember, I remember what you told me. Said that we're not lovers, we're just strangers. With the same damn hunger. To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all.
