.countdown.
Counting down the days until i die
on this bed of thorns and nail
i will forever cry.
in life you won't see me try to patch
up all this pain.
hatred mends the holes in my heart
hold on you haven't heard the best part.
i will burn myself upon the stake.
oh yes, such a heavenly trait
to hate to love and love to hate.
it's tearing me to pieces.
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