Was I born to be in love with you?

Through this thin wall I mumble alone, "Love me."

I keep hunting ou tyour personal love information

In the closed door of myself

I wish I could touch your face, stroke your face, my sweetheart

Oh my, my, you have a guest?

What a pretty girl she is!

Tell me how much you love her

I'll kill her and pack her up

Burning photos of that girl

I wonder how she is doing now

You can do anything you want to me

Because I love you this much, you see?

I wanna keep you completely riveted and I wanna have a collection of you



Why are you crying?

What's wrong? Oh, this one?

I'll affectionately hold a cardboard box that you'll be put in when you're dead

I'll put a present behind the door

A kitten head every single day for you, a cat lover



Burning photos of that girl

I wonder if she'd ever existed

"I love you" Such a cliche doesn't satisfy me

But makes me wanna puke