My Personal Hell
Are there still pictures hanging up on a hook
In a room with a candle and a bed that once shook
Are there wrappers of beauty preventing a birth
Covering the floor with the sin of the earth
I'm sorry I'm the man that broke my heart
By taking the beauty away from the art
I am my own sin, I dwell in it well
Welcome to the world, my personal hell
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