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Certain words have piercing strength; it seems one or two stabbed at you
As you laid down in pain, a liquid flowed; watching your fresh wound bleed, we figured we could call it love

A lack of sympathy, deficiency; getting together, but just physically
Although I'm stuck with you, we, us two, are perhaps more alike than I once knew
"But even still, I love..." Me? Ha!

Isn't it fine to say that we are loved?
To be bound, so the world may never but touch
Isn't this, too, just fate, and nothing more?
Fade away, fade away, I say to a love...

By the time the end has come, I'm so bored of you, fed up too
Is it for love or wants? We just can't say, and yet still you release; what should be done?

A lack of sympathy, deficiency; getting together, but just physically
Although I'm stuck with you, we, us two, are perhaps more alike than I once knew
But even still, it's fine, and so...

This situation, would you call it love?
Clinging tight, struggling on, toward yet unknown goals...
Isn't it fine to kill those things for good?
If it's me that you hate with all of your being...

Isn't it fine to say that we are loved?
To be bound, so the world may never but touch
Isn't this, too, just fate, and nothing more?
Fade away, fade away, I say to our love...