Oh, the confusion troubling inside my mind.
How to feel and who to love, I need to know.
Who’s hand to take, which eyes to trust.
It all seems so fake.
So, many have taken this heart of mine.
To love then throw away.
My death is here since my heart is bleeding.
Death I do not fear.
Love is wrong, it should never have been born.
To tear the heart in me is all it ever could do.
It’s part of evilness hidden behind lies of beauty.
Love is full of sins.
If it shall be the reason to life.
Then, watch as my spirit flies away.
I will escape fast from my worst nightmare.
To quit the game, at last.
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