I'm thought of as Not seeming lonely; my usual,Casual nature is sometimes somewhat... well,A boring thing A ribbon tied in your hairAnd carrying fashionable goodsAnyone can have cute feelings, right? Then I can, too How do you stop being on your own? The heart is a girl's parachuteWhile waiting at the park, I realized On my way home (a detour) Dropping in (on everyone)Is what I want to do "This doesn't interest you, does it? "Do I have a stern image? I want to be invited, it sounds interesting...right? Break the ice with a sigh Is it all right to laugh At a private joke? Does being a little bit reluctant make you look like an adult? But that's not the only thing Until now I was on my own The courage to change is a parachute I have to say the truth is waiting My usual voice (I can hear it) It's like I've begun to run (Look, everyone!) I'm smiling