Be My Valentine.
Is there any point
Asking that?
I don't see one.
What's words?
Just a bunch of words,
Meaning nothing.

Saying 'I love you',
What's the point
Of that?
There isn't one.
I can say, 'I'm a murderer',
Would you believe me?
No.

So, why should I believe you?
You're wasting your breath.
Meaningless symbols and sounds,
Mean nothing to me.
Why?
Because you're just a mock?
And worthy of better than me.

No point,
You saying you want me.
No point
You saying you care.
For I don't.
I truly don't,
As love brings nothing but tears.

First was that Valentine,
And though I liked him so much,
I refuse to have anything to do with him,
And find me blotted out,
Replaced,
The one invisible from the picture.

Who do I like now?
No one,
I still flatly refuse
To get to know anyone
More than one would know a stranger.
Why?
Love is just heartache,
Just a mistake.
The death of my soul
As it's possessed by someone else,
By feelings,
By people,
By true love,
Grasped from my control.

So, I don't love anymore,
I've gone without my heart,
Turned to stone,
Hatred.
Hatred,
That's what's caused by love.

The longer people are together,
The longer they wish to be apart,
A bond meant to be never-ending
Shattered to pieces,
No feelings anymore,
No feelings ever,
The killer of your freedom,
That is love.