Thron In My Side

Quicksand

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.

Tracker

All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.