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This ends now

The hollow hearted slides deeper cross the soul

On this end

The dismay churns it weighs heavy hands go coal

The eyes like sores

They gone pupiled out they leave

The eyes like sores they tired of figuring out the reason

Eyes like soars from wonder why

Take the aching deny left voided

On the flip side of love

To the despite is loathing

Fear the lone side of lonely

Feeling omit no lusting

No something

No Love

To the despite is loathing

In the strangeness of us is

Be it love or be it hated

Than nothing at all

On this end

In hind sight thought

Some might wouldn't of got involved

To the end

That single man that lye's

Faith waste expects far gone

While their eyes like soars

They gone pupiled out they leave you

Their eyes like sores

They done figuring out the reason

Their eyes like sores from pondering

Either take aching

Deny left voided

On the flip side of love

To the despite is loathing

Fear the lone side of lonely

Feeling omit

No lusting no something no love

To the despite is loathing

In the strangeness of us is

Be it love or be it hated

Than nothing at all

Nothing at all

Others try but some have failed to

Single out their feelings

Some have cried that lonesome tale of

Figuring out their meaning

For nothing ventured nothing gain

Same nothing harms

It breaks it stinks

Can a man live like nomad hearted

Toss the thought

The bad side of lovin' sure all get it once

Be it hated

Bad side a lovin'

People have no choice

Between the crazy stages numbs the feelings

Circum evade them certain take aching

Than lye left voided

On the flip side of love

To the despite is loathing

Fear the lone side of lonely

Feeling omit no lusting

No something

No Love

To the despite is loathing

In the strangeness of us is

Be it love or be it hated than nothing

On the flip side of love

To the despite is loathing

Fear the lone side of lonely

Feeling omit no lusting no something no love

To the despite is loathing

In the strangeness of us is

Be it love or be it hated than nothing at all

Nothing at all

Nothing at all, all

All, all

Be it hated at all

Be it hated at all, all......