Well you could convert,
   All of your emotions into code.
You can figure out a new language,
  and connect to to the right nodes.

And you can solder your emotions till,
   They get lost in the mixture.
You can funnel your feelings through that circuit board fixture,
That you made to ignore all the pain,
That you made because you felt that time busy could keep you sane.

You can kiss All the girls,
And repeat countless lies--of Love, of Life,
  Of believing you have something inside.
But you're empty--
  and you have not one single clue
Of where to go or who to choose.


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