So you really do think, that loving is beautiful
Guess you've never been hurt, fool
But there's always something chasing after you
And then you'll know, it's death that follows
Then you'll never go back to the places you've been
They remind you of times of warmth, and pleasure
And now some greyish sounds are all around
Go back to the painters, now
But you're still thinking
"O god, this love will never end
'Cause there's this feeling in my stomach
My head's full and my eyes are dazed"
Someday you'll understand all of this
It's better not to love
Than to lose a loved one
'Cause it's always been death that follows
And then, I bet you'll cry in darkness
Then you'll understand at last
Then you'll know what it feels like
And then, I bet you'll take your gun towards your head
Then you might feel what I've been going through
Love
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