I’ve been lost in a fantasy
Down but never surpassed
Lonesome as the guilt returns
But this soon shall pass
Driven hormonally for just the smallest taste
Blinded by raging testosterone
Reduced by seconds of bliss
Let them say what they will say
He’s not himself today
He’s cruel but unconsciously sounding it out
A tight grasp on dues he has paid
Grudges may be held but for now he stays
Lay in the bed of nails that he’s made
