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.
