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