What do you think of me?
Love or not, am I just a toy?
You have me in the palm of your hand
I run away but end up in the same place
Oh, no, That’s my fault
Like how this is my fault as well
This game always ends up making me a fool
And you’re playing me like a fiddle
Love Cut, I’m going to cut this love away
All memories, all sadness
It will hurt, but it will heal right away
I’m sick of this love
The wound that this crazy love left behind
Without me, you’re Nothing
That’s what you always say to me
Thanks to you, I’m lonely this Friday
The venom flows through my veins
I stagger and shatter into pieces
Oh, no, That’s my fault
Like how this is my fault as well
This game always ends up making me a fool
And you’re playing me like a fiddle
Love Cut, I’m going to cut this love away
All memories, all sadness
It will hurt, but it will heal right away
I’m sick of this love
The wound that this crazy love left behind
From the beginning
We were broken
Without a word, you trampled me
I used to laugh and cry at your words
But I’m not that person anymore
Love Cut, I’m going to cut this love away
All your traces that bound me
I’m never believing in love again
I’m sick of this love
The wound that was like a mad joke