Crying Machine

Diagnosed by abandonment and one-sided love
I'm paradoxical; a living contradiction and not enough
Endless inputs of striking melancholy, how can I stop?
The stars in my eyes faded, how can my heart so dumb?
I asked myself repeatedly, "What was I made for?"
I don't know how to feel, I'm just lying on the floor
If I open the door of my comfort zone, is there a cure?
For sure, this is my fate and it will never be a folklore



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