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"Think about any attachments that are depleting your emotional reserves, consider letting them go." - Oprah Winfrey

Fatal Emotional Attachment

By Me :)

I never thought that love could kill.
Maybe you are made to prove me wrong.
I never thought that I could still,
be alive here to write this song.

When we do things, when we do it right.
A piece of our heart is put inside.
There's no way that its possible to like,
take it back and put it back inside.

So we are too generous with our love.
And we give it out too easy.
We are humans acting like angels from above.
Nothing that we were meant to be.

Because our heart is for one, and not for all.
It's not meant to be cut in bits.
There's just one person that my heart is for.
The burst of strength when my heart is weak.

But what's love to do when there's nowhere to go?
What's love to do when there's no one to take?
Love isn't something you can put up for show.
Love isn't something that you can fake.

Subconcsiously, I let my love go.
Unknowingly, I let my love flow.
Out in the world, the love feels so cold.
Love dosen't want to play anymore, its time to fold.

Bits of my heart that I put in tears.
Bits of my heart that I put on webs.
Bits of my heart that I put in pictures.
Bits of my heart that I put in debts.

Bits of my heart that I put in stories.
Bits of my heart that I put in books.
Bits of my heart that I put in music.
Bits of my heart that I don't put in you.

You can find my heart in a million places.
All waiting for their master to come and collect.
They sit, they wait with different faces.
Until the day that I take them back.

So with the little heart I'm left, there's nothing at all,
But to put it all into the something I do.
With no one else with me, that becomes my friend.
"There's no one else but me and you."

My book, my manga, my music, my friend.
There's nowhere else that my heart can go.
But when the goodbye comes and that time must end.
My heart is lost forever into the cold.

Because there's no one there for me to love.
I turn to things without a beating heart.
Because there's no angel sent from above.
I am forever standing at the start.

So I have to say goodbye and my heart gets small.
Because things without a heart drains my love.
So there's no more heart left even for one.
So I'm nothing, just cold skin and unfeeling nerves.

So now I'm dead because I've lost my heart.
So now I'm dead because there's no one here.
So now I'm dead because I've lost my sense of touch.
But why do I need to live? Your heart's not here.