There's a way past pain
Though not rosy as a rose
Thorns and thistles on my heart
Thy tongue and lips are misery
Thrown into an abyss by each kiss
Thrilled past my conscious to defeat
That's my way past pain
Though not rosy as a rose
Thorns and thistles on my heart
Thy tongue and lips are misery
Thrown into an abyss by each kiss
Thrilled past my conscious to defeat
That's my way past pain
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