The Boy With A Thorn On His Side
The boy with the thorn in his side,
Behind the hatred there lies,
A murderous desire for love,
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words,
Still they don't believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now,
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don't believe me now,
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Just a write down a sudden, perhaps fleeting, association between two works of art that I particularly like.
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