I wanna tell this feeling for you. I know, you'll leave me but I know it's for the good, so that I'll never long for anything more than what we have, but I want to keep our friendship, so I'm left behind here, so helpless. Please, stop being a flirt, stop flirting with me, if you only know how much pain you bring to me. Saying my name, tickling me, glancing at me, and smiling at me, those, those things keep on shattering my feelings. But what's so crazy is that I'm both enjoying and suffering from these, I guess I'm a masochist already, or should I say I've been used to it.