There's a part of me, a place inside me
That I have tried and tried and tried to fix.
I have wrapped it in bandages, casted it in plaster
Stitched it up, applied all the salves

I have tried and tried as well, to ignore it.
Ignore the stench, ignore the ache
Ignore the crippling cold it spreads within me

I have tried, and tried... and tried to accept it.
To embrace it, and love it...

But I cannot understand it, I cannot control it.
I cannot even see it, nor describe it.

It is there, as it has always been.
I know not what to do with it.
I know not what it is.

But it is there.