If you're not paying attention, be prepared for a poking attack from my fingers I'm little, but I'll squish you; you're as tiny as a flea to me
What I want is a plastic heart (plus, plus, but it's a minus) But that's boring; when I'd notice it, I'd have won against you
Love is something that's bittersweet Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff I'm only worrying about things that don't matter How does it feel? It feels like that You're gentle and sincere yet eccentric I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you Just by being honest, it's so stimulating and I feel dizzy I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings
If I polish myself, I'll still shine; limits don't exist Even if I'm little, there's something that I can't lose to anyone at
Endure it until I get closer to you (endure it, endure it, patience is important) If you get any closer to me, I'll crack
People are kind and stimulating Refreshing fellows who suffer hardships Even when they want to cry, they grin from ear to ear How does it feel? It feels like a loss You're brilliant and totally active I mount surprise attacks on you with a bold attitude to get my revenge Just by going straight ahead, I'm driven by anxiety and I feel nervous In my head, there's always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself
Love is something that's bittersweet Simple and clear yet complex and strange stuff I'm only worrying about things that don't matter How does it feel? It feels like that You're gentle and sincere yet eccentric I pretend to be strong all over and compete against you Just by being honest, it's so stimulating and I feel dizzy I get hurt, I hurt you, in a preparation of pure feelings In my head, there's always a pre-parade of pure feelings all by myself
