Each one acts to tear apart
My fragile soul, so weak and sore
My leaking body on the floor
Infatuations driving mad
Move on to the next fad
Fickle heart and fickle mind
Work against me all the time
Feelings that I do not know
Feelings that I can not show
Infatuations controlling me
From their curse I’m never free
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