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There's nothing wrong with you.

I told myself one time, two times,

'til a hundred times later

But still,

I'm not sure if that's right.

Maybe, if I stay, I can try to fix you.

But is it what you want?

But is it matter?

I know that lots of things have changed,

From the blue one to the red one - you probably don't care whether I like it or not.

I try to visit the old places we used to go,

But all I see is just the darkness in your eyes,

No more colors.

I hate it.

Now it's all guessing games,

I'm guessing every gaze, like

Do you, don't you,

Would you even stay if you did?

Then, if I stay by your side (again)

Will you be someone I used to know?

Even only for one day, will you?