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Love’s not a feeling, it’s a curse

They said I would feel better, I feel worse

The tears won’t fall fast enough

I’ve imprisoned myself again

The bars are made of empty laughter, empty smiles

My face is a serious offense

Your words are a poor excuse for interest

I might be the murderer

I might be the saint

This spring brings me nothing new

My bones bend but don’t break

You’re an invisible hole

I fell in heart first

Love’s not an emotion, it’s a curse