Black Spot Pluck
I need to stick my fist deep inside your heart.
To pluck out that big black throbbing spot.
Everyone is treating you with kid gloves.
Now you stomp everyone into your mud.
Now your heart is rapidly starting to rot.
You won't let anyone get too close
You're beginning to be a waste of time
Like watering a dying rose.
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