I became jaded
For all the love and matters of the heart
My soul then became cold
My heart was ripped apart.
My body was confined
Where I was, I found freedom
And there I found no pain.
To love is for the silly
Not sound of mind
The ones who see the future
Or believe in a god hidden in the sky.
From my past loves I learned this:
The scratches and bruises that life will give
Make sure that it bleeds.
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