so stuck and caught in old need to’s
and new original sin
no way to escape from this hard knock life
wouldnt know where to begin.
want a hand, a fist, a heart
a kiss to bring me life
while i alone, make this bed
and sharpen this bone hewn knife
confused at best, bitter at worst,
dont want the pain or regret,
i hunker back down and tuck it all in,
and lay on this life that ive set.