What am I to the void

But a meaningless triviality

What am I but dust and ash

Standing on the edge of eternity
What am I but an insignificant speck

With dreams and hopes of nothing

What am I but a bag of skin filled with bones

Made to live to experience this suffering

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<b>Part II</b>
Love is but a box of matches

With which we set the world aflame

We only put all the fires out 

Just to burn it all down again
We stand blinking in the smoke

Choking in the ash of all we have burned

We have seen this all before

But we simply never learned