One after another
A vicious cycle begins
A left out girl.
Now another wishes the tree would fall on herself.
And another won't talk anymore.
Who's next?

I miss you
I want to hear you speak again
Your voice
That's comforting
That's entertaining
That skillfully whips out accents
I miss all that.

I have two choices
Two cards in my hands.

One is to face all my problems
And think.
But that's a bad choice,
Cause I'll over think.
And then I'll crumble
I'll start to sink.

The next choice is to run away
Pretend these are just small matters.
It seems like a better choice,
Cause that's meant for cowards.
Cowards like me
That hide all the time.

It's either one,
So I'll pick the latter.
It's a safer bet
From both dangerous matters.