I got this thorn in my side, i try, but i can't get it out, Been killing me for years gone by, a miserable, painful bout, No matter how hard and long i try to rip at it, it stays, Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day.
Thorn in my side.
I've picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend, Rid myself from the anguish, torment that i must end, I've lived this way for years but now i gotta move on, An oozing sore needs tending to just like the thorn i adorn.
Misused, abused, accused, confused, I'm sick and tired of backwards views, my soul's too tired, All black and bruised.
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