The worst of love
And the sorrow of a dove
The passion of a rebel
And the sanity of a pebble
The stillness of a stream
And the shrill of a scream
The heat of the night
And the cool of the light
The pain of his words
And the strike of his blows.
Don't want to go forwards
As the pain only rose
Up to my heart
Under my skin
Draining you out of my heart
All that is left is skin
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