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Jealousy puts on a purple blouse
And sits quietly beside me.
And your love,the one i searched for,
Hangs with a note "sold out".
I won't give you
Any of my love -
I'll love myself alone.
An invisible feast is bringing in a new life.
I want to eat some change.
Realists also makemistakes.
But it's a game with no turning back.
For a long time now your hair has been dreaming
For my hands to tear it apart.
Give me some blood to wash
The make-up from your face.
I won't ever,ever,
ever give you
what you want -
Love yourself alone.