To love or not
This thing called love
Has left me so cold
They say that I should marry for love
But can't that turn to a divorce?
They say, "Make love your mission."
"Let it be your only vision."
But this love has dealt with me
In such a way that I can now see
That love is nothing
But left me feeling something
A feeling of anger and hate
And now I burn with rage!
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