Destroy the thing that I’ve become
This hopeless being who has gone numb
My mind is dark with senseless thoughts
Of long lost moments I must wrought
The bargaining tool: my love is
Which is not such a loss to give
For I’ve not felt within my heart
The works of magic they say start
And with this pill I shall not feel
Only see those things are not real
Nothing is gained and none is lost;
My love is not so great a cost.
I have killed a great many souls
Through my hating and ceaseless cold.
I will not miss my love a bit
For I am used to giving it
To hopeless souls with tasteless buds
Those who do feel and wish to love
I will not miss my love, you see
‘cause never was it meant for me.
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