Why don't you call me yet?
レンラクマダー
As I went into town on a cold and busy day, I remembered that you ran away with a brand new jacket on and did not come home to me. I don't know where you said you went off to neither do I know where to begin searching... I have no hope of finding you if you hid from me.
"You should know that I do really love you." That's what you said to me that last day of summer, It was so serious that I wanted to believe you, but it's hard to do when I wander about, thinking 'will I find relief if I choose not to believe?'
I want to see you; don't you want to see me? It's been a while since we have met. You know that I've been waiting all this time just for your call but I'm afraid you won't stop to remember me. That is the only reason why I cannot bring myself to call you.
Then you came around and you stood in front of me saying that you are sorry that you are late and that you are sorry that you made me have to wait. But you know that I won't forgive this because I know how this thing goes... I know you will be late again.
You know that I've been waiting all this time just for your call. If, just if, you no longer have feelings left for me, I wish you'd tell me the reasons why if you still recall me waiting here for you.
But on the off chance, could it be because I don't know how to speak my mind? Or is it because I'm too annoying and loud? Or could it be that my language is too unrefined? I admit that I get jealous easily and too proud at times, but I only do that when I am with you, because I trusted that you didn't mind.
I don't act maturely enough when I should; I know that I'm not tall enough for you. I stand next to you and we get mistaken as twins because my hair color is not different from yours? Please... whatever it is... I'll change, I promise! Just don't leave me here wondering if you will never turn up ever again.
Should I continue this?