I did not know i was the thorn
To ***** my laughter mates to bleed
I did not know i was the stone
To heave burdens on their shoulders never meant to be their deed

Not even aware of my spikes
Which pierce their skins to tears
Ignorant to know that me was the somebody they sought for with mikes
Yet so near for all those years

I did not know i was the scissors
Cutting and perforating their hearts to feel with desire
Having no righteousness next to Jesus
But being granted the loyalty of a mayor

When i become binded no longer free like a bird in a hurry
Is when i know the demon in me but all i say is sorry