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Love is not meant for me. |
| NEVER WAS IT MEANT FOR ME 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. |