Love is too mushy
On a mushy mossy path I scramble to find it,
I look and I hear but ultimately I deny it.
Love, but what is it?
I won't let myself know.
Cause to know is to empower my self and I can't be free,
Not yet you see,
I'm going to be good enough soon,
but for now I'll wander through the swamp.
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