Empty, empty, empty
Empty and increasingly dark
I sit here alone
I'm just blankly thinking about this and that.
There is nothing to do and time just keeps passing by.
After doing this and that, I toss and turn again.
After a long time of falling asleep
I'm lonely more, more, more
I hate this feeling right now
wait for you uh uh
It seems like everyone is busy, except me.
Even though everything around is full
I'm not satisfied, so I think about other things all day long
Follow me, follow me
Everything is empty like my room
Where are the bright lights passing by in the distance?
Who are you going to meet and what are you doing?
I'm curious, I don't know, I just don't know why you don't have a reason
That thought somehow makes me feel more sentimental.
That feeling somehow makes me feel shabby
I'm lonely more, more, more
I hate this feeling right now
wait for you uh uh
It seems like everyone is busy, except me.
Even though everything around is full
I'm not satisfied, so I think about other things all day long
Follow me, follow me
Everything is like my room
Your traces are so buried
You are so deeply colored that I can't erase it
So that I can escape
I'm lonely more, more, more
I hate this feeling right now
wait for you uh uh
It seems like everyone is busy, except me.
Even though everything around is full
I'm not satisfied, so I think about other things all day long
Follow me, follow me
Everything is like my room