"Certain words have piercing strength
It seems one or two stabbed at you
As you laid down in pain, a liquid flowed
Watching your fresh would bleed
I figured we could call it love..."
"A lack of sympathy, deficiency
Getting together but just physically
Although I'm stuck with you
We, us two, are perhaps more alike than I once knew
'But even still, I love..'
Me? Ha!"
"Isn't it fine to say that we are loved?
To be bound so the world may never but touch
Isn't this, too, just fate and nothing more
'Fade away, fade away'
I say to a certain love..."
"By the time the end has come
I'm so bored of you, fed up too
is it for love or wants? We just can't say
and yet you still release, what should be done?..."
"A lack of sympathy, deficiency.
Getting together but just physically.
Although I'm stuck with you, we, us two, are perhaps more alike than I once knew
"but even still it's fine, and so..."
"This situation, would you call it love?
Clinging tight, struggling on, toward yet unknown goals
Isn't it fine to kill those things for good?
If it's me that you hate with all of your being..."
"Isn't it fine to say that we are loved?
To be bound, so the world may never but touch
Isn't this too just fate and nothing more?
'Fade away, fade away' I say to our love..."
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