That night you confessed to me.
You said you like me.
I laughed at you 'cause I thought it was a joke.

Then I looked at you,
I saw pure sincerity in your eyes.
That's when it hit me,
Your feelings are real.

Vague as it may seems,
I can't explain to you how I feel.
I feel hot over my cheeks,
But cold on my feet.

I'm not good at handling Love.
Cause you know it crumbles away
When you hold it too tight.

I'm not used being with someone,
Cause I'm always left behind.

But you see my dear,
If time would reset and we go back to that moment,
I'd still love to hear your confession again.
I want you to be selfish again.

Don't worry 'bout me.
I'm happy that you like me.

The next day you said you'll wait for me,
Until my heart is ready.
Please don't wait for too long.
If you get tired you can let go.

Don't worry 'bout me.
I'm used being alone.

Believe me when I say this my old love,
You'll always have a special part in my heart.
It may not be the same as me to you.
But it's something I want to treasure as long as I can.

There is something wrong with my programming.
It's the the way I was manufactured.
Wires are crossed and some are missing entirely.

I'll probably short circuit again. Life will leave my eyes as they roll back into my skull and I'll fall down and I'll look dead. If I'm lucky my head will bang into the table and I'll fall on the floor and bruise myself everywhere.
It'll prove I'm still alive.

It's not pleasant, but it's a human thing to do.
Computers don't have seizures.