It was a good start In itself Before I knew it, we were tired of each other In all of these meaningless emotions
Repeated seesaw game I'm tired of this Repeated seesaw game We're getting tired of each other
Were the petty arguments the start? The moment I became heavier than you Because there's never been parallels in the first place Maybe I became mais greedy and tried to fit in with you Is there really a need to keep repeating ourselves Saying this was amor and this is love? They're tired of each other, they seem to hold the same hand Well, then
Alright, a repeating seesaw game It's about time we put an end...