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Love.The words are old and worn,
Like the pages of an ancient book,
so meaningless now, and overused,
what were meant to be sacred
so loosely draped around shoulders of the foolish.
They use it like a script,
to recreate the movie scene
we all dream of ending up in
The actions mean nothing,
stageplay that is over in
split seconds, move on
Yet real feeling is in me
when I hear your name,
and i close my eyes,
shed a tear,
longing for your warm arms.
TearstainedIt's not my fault it's tearstained,
Sometimes I break down and cry.
It's not my fault I'm broken,
Nobody will fix me.
It's not my fault I'm stupid,
I just don't think ahead.
It's not my fault I make mistakes,
I'm only human.
It's not my fault my heart's shattered,
Nobody will pick up the pieces.
It's not my fault I don't fear death,
I just don't have a reason to live.
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