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WITH 하만 (@haman714)

Your song (with 하만)

사랑하는 이를 만나고 어떻게 세상을 다시 바라보게 되는지에 대하여 노래를 썼습니다.

우리는 달력을 샀다

잔말

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뛰노는 개

 Sometimes I blame Cupid for making me fall for you. It feels like I’m living inside an anime sceneevery glance, every moment with you feels straight out of Blue Box.

Blaming Cupid

You say you’ve changed, but you play the same,
Every move another mindless game.
You talk big, fold fast,
Every “forever” never seems to last.
You like control, I like truth,
You want a mirror, I wanted proof.
So I lay my heart, you roll your dice 
Guess I’ve lost enough to feel alive.

I’m done rehearsing love that breaks,
Done bleeding for your small mistakes.

Rock, paper… and nothing new,
I’m tired of losing just to you.
Every time I win, it feels like bruises,
Every tie’s another ruse that uses.
Rock, paper… I’ll change the rule,
Maybe love was never built for fools.
If I can’t find it in your world,
Maybe I’ll find it in… another girl.

You built your pride like a paper wall,
One touch, and it begins to fall.
You fake deep, I fake sleep,
We both know the lies we keep.
I’ve played nice, I’ve played fair,
But I’m done pretending I still care.
If love’s a fight, I’ll break the ring 
I need something real, not a king.

I’m done with boys who never grow,
Done with hearts they never show.

Rock, paper… and nothing true,
You always pick what cuts me through.
Every round just leaves me colder,
Every word, another shoulder colder.
Rock, paper… I’ll play alone,
Your type’s a script I’ve overgrown.
If I can’t find it in your world,
Maybe I’ll find it in… another girl.

You call it crazy, I call it peace,
Maybe I just need release.
Your world’s made of rules and noise,
I’m done being one of the toys.
I’ve folded hearts, I’ve cracked the code,
Now I’m walking my own road.

No need to say it, you already know,
Love can bloom where pain won’t go.
You taught me loss, you taught me cost,
But not all good things come embossed.

Rock, paper… I’m breaking free,
No more games defining me.
Every scar a silver swirl,
And maybe I’ll find love…
in another girl.

Rock, paper…
We all cut, we all burn…
But some of us finally learn

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