When I let the wrong people in, It was the world’s most foolish sin, They're gone now but there’s this stain, A hard reminder that fights to remain.
I’ve tried to walk away but it won’t leave. I tried to change it; but it won’t believe. I’ve tried to sleep it off, but it still haunts me. I’ve tried to move on, but still it taunts me.
It ***** on every success, on every joy, Like my misery is it's favorite toy, It hangs on all the fears I try to best, The party is over, but it is still my guest.
I look to the future, to years down the road, Maybe I can finally turn a corner on this load, That has hooked its claws on my spine, Telling me that I will never be fine.
Please leave me be, I beg it every day, Hoping that it will finally find another way, To express itself, to help me finally see it through, So it can stop ruining everything that I do.
I will plot against it, as it screams in my ear, Within the last few days that are left in this year, I will turn it on its' head, and I will bring it about, I will find a way to dress the wound and rub it out.