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.
15 In Vain
Feel the warmth of the flame as it burns inside,
Burning high and higher pressure starts to climb,
Turning passion into sweat, Jekyll into Hyde,
Glossy eyed, unsatisfied, I can’t help but deny,
As my love gets set aside,
As my love gets set aside,
Magnified by hate inside.
Face down upon the ground,
Lookin’ down at her, you start to frown,
Thinking to yourself,
“Am I insane to do the things I do to her in vain?”
Woman beater with your hands wrapped around her neck,
Deranged, demented, a psycho-social wreck,
Your self-denial, hatred got to keep it in check,
You rape for love and you kill for respect.
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