Thorn in, my side.

And you live just to pull me down.

Rusted, nail I stepped on.

This infection.



Thorn in my side.

You’re full,

I think so,

of anger.

You need to sit down,

stay down.



The things you, want but don’t get.

Is that fair, I don’t think so.

A sure thing, you can count, on.

A big depression.



A thorn in my side.

You’re full,

I think so,

of anger.

You need to.



Your praise, is two faced,

And you’re,

you’re cut down,

my friend