Dead Heart

Love
Can be fought until later
But it can't be forced
Even until death

My heart is dead
Trying repeatedly makes you fall in love with me
One two three four five
I don't know how many more

My heart is dead
To know that the futility is real
For though I am always there for you
Still the other you want, you chase, you try to get it
Even with me you don't have to bother
I still is nobody

My heart is dead
Repeatedly questioned the possibility of me being loved by you
Back then, now, later
Perhaps the answer is never and will not

My heart is dead
Trying to kill what I have in my time flush and fertilize carefully

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