I remember the day I confessed to you,
I remember the terrible lightness of a painful release,
The three days I waited for a reply.

Kota, You hit my achille's heal as you shot me down,
You called me quiet as you brushed my heart off casually,
You didn't hear the sounds of broken glass either.

Thats my only regret,
That I let the boy that broke me when he fixed me call me quiet.