I have me no heart,
I lived by concience alone,
never slept around a bat,
killed all and lived on my own,
am that who dissapoints his kindred,
knew nothing of such called love,
I would not blink when I kill a hundred,
for I left my dead heart by the alcove,
I have me no heart I know already,
but how could I want to be with you everytime,
something clicks whenever I see you teary,
I feel like I have falling for a greater force everytime,
but nothing good could ever come out of this bliss,
I was a man who never learned to love you,
a man who has never provided bliss,
I was never meant to love you.
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