Love Doesn't Love

Love doesn't love me

Love doesn't love me

It hovers just above me

Smiling cruel and lovely

Love doesn't doesn't love me

Style without substance

Flesh limits functions

Lust without emotion

Body without passion

Love doesn't doesn't love me

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

Doesn’t, doesn’t

Life doesn't live here

Life doesn't live here

It won't let me leave you

It won't let me leave you

Love doesn't doesn't love me

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand

Doesn’t, doesn’t

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

And the sand slipping through my hand

And the water washes by

Sand, sand, slipping, the sand

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