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Added in 2011 It’s incessant, it’s demeaning
Why must my heart keep bleeding?
Is it that I must have love,
Or that my own is not enough?
Men are built to self inflate,
Each attempt at integrity comes too late,
They never know what they have till it’s gone,
Like they were conditioned to do everything wrong
I give up on love, I’m letting go,
Have your selfish desires and empty home,
I am tired of playing the fool in love,
I’m sure one day I will die from this stuff.
