Tell me something about I don't know. Tell me why I'm so affected by you.
Tell me why I will be so excited when you call. Tell me why I want to meet you so often.
Tell me why I like to talk on the phone with you. Tell me why I'll wait for you to end work.
Tell me why I get so angry when I don't know what you're thinking. Tell me why I listen to you.
Tell me why. How I wish I don't have to call you friend. Maybe it's nothing i can control.
Yes, Jealous. I don't know why either.
But somehow, some part of me like it this way. The way you demand me not to eat sweets so quickly.