My bride to comfort me
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when all seems lost
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A kiss upon my brow
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to soften my suffering
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She means so well
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I haven't the heart
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To tell her
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my smile was forced.
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My mother cries for me when no one will
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Her words of compassion swell my eyes
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"It's not fair this has happened to you,
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And I'd do anything to take away your pain"
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My rage to help me through the day
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And visions of black to cure my loss
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I taunt the pain to prove it's real
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And greet my facade with a grin
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Look what your God has made me
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Placing spikes within my flesh
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A crown of nails for my sunken head
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To shy away from this freak
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Within My Flesh
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| Novembers Doom |
