Sometimes I wish I was heartless
So I wouldn’t care
Use a black hole to replace the red muscle
So I won’t fear when you ain’t there
And I won’t have to struggle
I need the potion for no emotion
Or to put them in a bottle to go with the ocean
Don’t want to be happy—I’ll end up sad
Don’t want to feel alright—I’ll end up mad
Don’t want them—kick them out the door
What the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks
I need emotion for?
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