What is love,
but a pack of lies,
i can see it in the eyes,
of everyone that has muttered,
those words,
it's everything but the truth,
how can it be,
that someone may love me,
a person so dark inside,
that can't see the light of the sun,
without dying more inside,
so how can it be,
that one day love might find me,
hiding in the back of a room,
surrounded my my own misery,
don't come running to me,
this dark heart inside of me,
never deserves to find a home,
a lost soul,
not good enough to another,
deserves to be loveless,
locked up in this prison.
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