And here i lay on my bed broken
which once seemed made of roses
it doesn't smell sweet anymore
it doesn't feel soft like before
the cradle for my dreams
now enjoys my screams
once my temple of thoughts
now lay waste like a battle i fought...
which once seemed made of roses
it doesn't smell sweet anymore
it doesn't feel soft like before
the cradle for my dreams
now enjoys my screams
once my temple of thoughts
now lay waste like a battle i fought...
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