Blended thorns in this garden of mine.
.
Do you suppose I earned it?
Do you not see
How I'm begging on my knees?
You bring out the Devil in me.
.
You took my trust
Ground it to dust
.
And I don't want another day
Shackled to your ball and chain.
You're entirely a pain
And I'm so tired of explaining
The sensation I've known over time