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【Song Name : FAKE LOVE】 ↓💕Please Stream💕↓ Stream / Purchase : https://linkco.re/dceNuuVX 【STUPID GUYS】 Verse1 : 堂村璃羽 / Doumura Riu / @riudomuraofficial Twitter : / dboy0112 Instagram : / dboy0112 Verse2 : たかやん / Takayan Twitter : / takayan_gorizal Instagram : / takayan_gorizal Illust : Suica Twitter : / suica____ Track : nyankobrq Twitter : / nyankobrq 【English Lyrics】 Drowning in the glass filled with ice cubes and pleasure. When morning comes, you return to the ordinary you. I hold myself from saying it. You told me not to say something such as “Please don’t go.” Though I've found out that you are killing my voice. My lust overlaps with your weight. In a blink of an eye, it wiggles again. Without phrases such as “I’m sorry”. Holding our hands. Just realized we head to our ordinary night again. Like chopping bars from a gentle symphony. Two of us, on a squeaking and swinging single bed. Started caressing without any greetings. Showering in our “love”, which lacks real worth. Without noticing, I’m already hugging you from behind when you are asleep, lonely. The door is closing. In the meantime, “Please wait...” Couldn’t say anything, kept silent again. Diving in your favorite alcohol, both naked. Call me out whenever you want, and finish it whenever you want. I know you are just using me as a convenient tool. When I’m alone in my room, those thoughts I’ve abandoned overwhelm me again. Though I know you are a jerk, the body I’m looking for, is your body. Our relationship and distance, can’t do anything to make them closer. Only our body will stick together at night. All feelings turn into pleasure, even if I was crying. I know how to sentence it. With the scissors that cut the linkage between us. When it’s just you and me, the moment when moan dies. I knew we can’t be like this anymore. But I kissed you again. Seal my mouth with yours, get rid of those shouldn’t be told. Shuffle love and lust with the forgeries. Though I’m lonely, somehow I doubted you when we met. At the end, I quit thinking about it. No idea what I’m doing. Drink and drunk, and remorse. Fall in love with you after our first try. I confessed. “No, thanks.” What an asshole. The moment I realized it, stuck in the middle of the highway. Jealous when you meet another sex-friend. Everyday. Yeah, what an unattractive Menhera. I’m sorry, this is how I was born. Can't head back. We can't head back anymore. Though I think “Let’s end this”. Love is annoying and crumpled. Sex-friend doesn't sound good, right? Don't even want to add depth to this relationship, right? Only want to share this convenient “love”, right? Another day of bulimia, vomited and suffered. What would you call this hilarious phenomenon? You see? It’s happening again. I want to meet you again. What should I do? Repeating, endless.