No care, no love, no loss, no pain.
Without a heart, without a chain.
No one ever crossed my path
And loved me, to say, not in vain.
My life is mine, it's not to share
And you'll soon find that I don't care.
A nourished flame builds up inside
A withered heart that tries to hide.
The burning of a growing love
Sears away the times I've cried.
But it's mine, I can't share a life!
Love is only a bitter strife!
Finally my frigid heart melts.
The greatest pain I've ever felt.
It feels significantly right,
This painful pleasure I've been dealt.
Love.
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