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Hold me now, while I’m still here
Bring me close or disappear
This bed of roses, too, has thorns
That feast upon my flesh
Wishing I was never born
But never to confess
Sleeping, I am tossing
Bleeding, I am turning
Dreaming, I am dying once again
Holding these poisoned pillows close,
Before I melt away
If I could open up to scream,
There would be left to say
I am lost
I am lost
I am broken
Broken
Why do I feel
This insecure?
What is the cost?
What is the cost?
When will I
Be awoken?
Don’t fall ill
To this allure.
My life has always been a bed of roses,
Dead and dying over and more again
My life has always been a bed of roses,
I don’t think I’ll be awaking anymore, again
Chained against this demon bed
For so many moonless nights
Madness running rampant in my head
Screeching, it burns and bites
Hold me now, while I’m still here
Bring me close or disappear
This bed of roses, too, has thorns
That feast upon my flesh
Wishing I was never born
But never to confess
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