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.