I’m thought of as Not seeming lonely;
my usual,Casual nature is sometimes somewhat...
well,A boring thing
A ribbon tied in your hairAnd carrying fashionable goodsAnyone can have cute feelings, right?
Then I can, too
How do you stop being on your own?
The heart is a girl’s parachuteWhile waiting at the park,
I realized
On my way home (a detour)
Dropping in (on everyone)Is what I want to do
"This doesn’t interest you, does it?
"Do I have a stern image?
I want to be invited, it sounds interesting...right?
Break the ice with a sigh
Is it all right to laugh
At a private joke?
Does being a little bit reluctant make you look like an adult?
But that’s not the only thing
Until now I was on my own
The courage to change is a parachute
I have to say the truth is waiting
My usual voice (I can hear it)
It’s like I’ve begun to run (Look, everyone!)
I’m smiling