The Overplayed Record:
I feel like when you are intimate with someone, they take a small piece of your soul
You willingly give them a bit of your essence
And promiscuity leaves you a hollow shell
No emotions
No wavering
Just an empty husk of a former human
No heart to feel
No mind to think
No love to give
An Overplayed Record
The Fear of Love:
It’s not the passion I’m afraid of
Nor the commitment
The unity
Or the promises
It is much more than all of that
I’m afraid of the good bye
Whether it’s premature or not
In sickness and in health
In life or in death
Forgetting gives me nightmares