Shadowed I stay withheld from social terror I feel I cannot win,
Subdued cumbersome.
Distant from all who has become, a part of my fore front I am sorry I cannot heal these wounds so deep
I beg you now stepping aside to my foes forever to keep the pains of ruin that tread on thee
I am not a god I have no answers why must I heal your wounds
You have come to me and I unwillingly given the pains of ruin that tread on thee
You have come to me and I unwillingly given you all of me bound and broken these words I have spoken in peril or my love so bitter sometimes crude but never to be taken in vein
Truthful and just forever I must live these evil ways it is the path that has been chosen a heavy burden a given token shiny in all its beauty weighs heavy in my pocket
Thigh burning from all it’s glamour I must give in, this disease you have ingested oh how it has manifested,
shine as brite a penny shine on in the dark at the bottom of your dry well.