Lockdown protocol, haul the iron heart
Keys nowhere found, no one searching
Warmed at times, cold another
Patches of flesh are no longer
This nimble heart, this weakened mind
Emotionless, ready for war, though always motionless
And the random song lets out a verse
"I don't love you, good bye."
Never to be found, ever to be missed
Alone again, regrets remain
Nothing's changed, yet I still stand
Perhaps a day I will say, "I missed you, hello"
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