I always enjoy posing for you.
You and those damn photos, you never do anything else.
We don't do anything else, in a game that seems endless.
A rose in your hair, don't tease me. My uncovered shoulder, yes, but don't touch me again.
Or I'll end up falling in love with you.
Or we'll end up hugging each other again. Like last time.
I am willing to do anything for you, to become anyone.
I am willing to be what you want, to be myself.
