What do you think of me?
Love or not, or am I a toy?
I can try running in the palm of your hands
But once again, I’m back where I started

Oh no, that’s my fault
This is my bad
Every time, you play this game
As you control me

I’m gonna just cut you off
All the memories, all the sadness
Even if it hurts, it’ll heal soon
Sick of this love
The scars from this love drive me crazy

If you don’t have me, you’ll have nothing
That’s what you said to me like a habit
Thanks to that, I’m alone on a Friday
Poison spreading all over my body
I’m swaying and getting ruined

Oh no, that’s my fault
This is my bad
Every time, you play this game
And I’m withering away

I’m gonna just cut you off
All the memories, all the sadness
Even if it hurts, it’ll heal soon
Sick of this love
The scars from this love drive me crazy

From the start
We were wrong for each other
I was silently trampled on

Each word you say made me laugh and cry
But not anymore

I’m gonna just cut you off
All your traces that trapped me
Even if it’s love, I won’t believe it
Sick of this love
And the crazy scars that were like a game