I'd Rather

Your love is cold
An empty hole
That sits inside
This heart of mine
Your hate burns a hole
Through my jaded soul
Watch me, see
How I bleed
An empty tomb
This is my room
I come and hide
To pray and cry
I cannot face
That I am a disgrace
In your eyes mother
To die, I'd rather.

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