Perhaps I try too hard
Or maybe not enough.
A glass shard through the heart
Makes loving someone too tough.
So I choose not to love at all,
Because no one will love me back.
The writing's all over the walls,
That my heart has withered and is stone cold black.
To love you would be in desperation,
For how can I love some as damaged as I?
How can I portray sweet thoughts and summon vicious flirtation
Towards a man who weeps in sorrow and self pity during the night
Just as I?
It would be the end of me
To caress you in loving arms.
It would pain me
To feel emotion if you were to be harmed.
For I cannot love
And no one can love I.
I have grow comfortable with this,
And with this I will die.
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