Maybe I'm not meant for love
Maybe I'm not meant for joy
Everything I feel and have
Seems to be a helpless ploy
A fractured heart, tattered soul
Heaps of useless love I hold
With no place to let it go
I let it rot within my bones
Maybe I'm not meant for love
Maybe I am just a toy
A puppet with a quiet mouth
For others to simply enjoy
If I cannot feel their love
Maybe I will feel their hands
A silly tool for all to use
If no one wants to understand
If I cannot be loved,
let me be used instead.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
Maybe I'm not meant for love
Maybe I'm not meant for joy
Everything I feel and have
Seems to be a helpless ploy
A fractured heart, tattered soul
Heaps of useless love I hold
With no place to let it go
I let it rot within my bones
Maybe I'm not meant for love
Maybe I am just a toy
A puppet with a quiet mouth
For others to simply enjoy
If I cannot feel their love
Maybe I will feel their hands
A silly tool for all to use
If no one wants to understand
If I cannot be loved,
let me be used instead.
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