who made it this way?

Would you believe me if I told you I cut my hair just to forget about you. Feeling something, even words, will bring joy to your soul. Just a little song, something small. When nothing comes in, like when the ocean doesn’t wave to us anymore, the things that used to make me smile don’t exist. Who was I, when I thought love meant something more than four letters and a dead heart. All I need is someone to talk to.