I cannot sleep for the wounds are too deep.
The metaphorical bleeding from my heart, so weak.
It’s been ripped and torn and now it’s time to mourn.
I’m changed forever now I’ve been attacked by thorns.

You know this isn’t right, this is purely spite.
Now it’s round my neck it’s a chain so tight.
I hope you know why you stooped so low.
Why you cut me down, was it all for show?