Now I give my heart to take
As an offering on a platter
Please take it from me
And let me go free
Lest my body should shatter
Now I cry myself an ocean
In which I start to drown
I'm trying to dry
The tears that I cry
But they keep pulling me down
Now I rend myself in two
In a fit of suicidal sorrow
My sheets are drenched
My fists are clenched
Hoping I don't wake tomorrow
Now I lay me down to die
Upon this rosebed of red
Where thorns shall grow
And blood shall flow
And my soul shall be well-fed
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