IN YOUR OWN BED YOU MUST LIE
What lies beneath that stare?
That look of distain that glare
You would think I was the one who did wrong
But it's not me who's heart hate's made it's home
You've built your own prison high walls
Haven't you not heard pride comes before a fall?
And from that high Ivory tower you've made your residence
That's a long, long way to fall from grace
A home furnished with stupid egos and pride
And decorated with hatred where you hide
It's lonely up there all on your own
For there's no one to kiss you better when you fall down
But wait that's what you wanted, pride was paramount in your eyes
After all you made your own bed and in it you must lie
MAB©

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