He slams his ****
In a proverbial door
What did he do it for?
He's not so sure
He sits and thinks
And drinks
And sinks
The pain
Reaching so deep inside
Because he lied
He promised himself
He wouldn't slam that door
On his ****
What did he do that for?
He's not so sure
Clutching at that
Blood soaked swell
Even ice doesn't help
His hell
All others see and can tell
He shut his own **** in the door