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Clip. Clip. Clip. My hand squeezes the metal object. As the bright yellow nails fall down To the floor, disordered and thin,
Hey I'm as tough as a nail My breath makes ships sail My eyes shoot lasers My voice destroys haters When I snap the world quivers When I wash my hair the city shivers When I stomp a star shatters
Your "lol's" and "omg's" Really sicken me. Do you know how low I feel when you Completely ignore me?
My Love, You are my heart, my joy, and my bride. For you, I took the nails and the wound in my side. For you, I was beaten beyond recognition. For you, I lived knowing I’d endure crucifixion.