I bury my sickening worries,
like a solitary slave

(why do I still hope he..)

sighing him as his gaze calmy
paces away from my face

(h-ho-how I…I hope he di-didn’t
h-ha-have to seem me ble-bleed)

He’s laughing, It must be me
Do I-Do I-as-ask him o-out?

Don’t be silly! He’ll turn out like them and flee

B-bu-but he
He left the cafe again
Fuck me