Say, why is everybody like to see me tearing apart?
Is it because I'm hateful?
or
Just not what they like.
It all started with one day, I thought of it as a matter of fact, ordinary.
like being left all alone, again.
while they act like a happy family without me, after all, I wasn't part of them.
Although I felt lonely, they always think that I'm not, which is quite funny.
Every one day, My heart hardened, as if it was already numb.
Every one day, the emotions on my face slowly became emotionless.
I thought to myself,
'Did I lose myself, already?'
Hah~ right, it was not because they hate me or like me, it's because I'm not the me that have known and that one day, memories were just fading memories...
