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The L Word
Cupid calls it a magical thing,
critics calls it a painful thing.
Define your L?
Lovers will come and go,
who will you allow to take your soul.
As you bid it farewell, you know
polluted love wins again.
The psychotic break, you wait,
The humiliation, you hate,
The flowers, his bait,
Your L word is now self hate.
Lust becomes their playground,
no lasting affect.
Loneliness your sweet escape.
Revenge, its never too late.
Metamorphosis takes over
someone forgot the warning label.
A long road back home, I'm almost there.
Here it comes, here it comes, can you hear it?
The psychotic break, you wait,
The humiliation, you hate,
The flowers, his bait,
Your L word is now self hate.
Polluted love wins again.
