I'm so.. so so silly.

You're right. What hope again?

Desperately.. holding on, when nothing is going to come back.

I'M NOT AN OBJECT.

Why did you ask me to go back to you back then? How did you feel back then? Why did your feelings for me lost? Do you still think of me like I am? Do you remember my words on the bus?

Questions and questions and questions.
I just don't want to get involved anymore.

I'm sick of all these. I'm sick of relationship, I'm sick of trust, I'm sick of those words.

It's completely shut off.