Through all the heartbreaks, tears and fears.
No one loves me anymore, they're enough of me.
I was important when I was the new gift.
Now they've figured out new gifts to unwrap.
I'm the old one like the one I replaced.
There's is no love.
Nobody really loves who for who.
Nobody really loves you for you.
They're all tourists.
Touring every heart they come across.
There are no feelings.
No one really feel who for who,
Nobody really feel you.
It's all lust that don't last until the new one shows ups.
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