i always hoped i was kind
But what if
i'm just scared
Of being alone?

i've always been told i was sweet.
But maybe
i'm just selfish
And want to be loved?

i always thought it was automatic
But maybe
i'm just programmed
To manipulate them?

i always hoped i could love.
But if not,
Then they don't deserve
The machinations of a clockwork heart.

So maybe I should let the gears
Grow rusty and break down.
At least this way, They'll see
It was just a program...
It was never actually Me.