"BED OF NAILS"
Oblivious to the treacherous heart,
who does this blame belong to?
When everything seems to just fall apart,
and the numbing sensation turn you blue...
As the sadness begins to croon,
drop down to your knees and cry,
The bed you've made is full in bloom,
so upon the nails is where you'll lie.
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