kenet

Not certain how your personality was forged
Terrifying confluence of nature and nurture
Out of your mind, doubtless engorged
Your past, your future, your present, my future

Pain through osmosis is not ideal
Birthed your neuroses for too many years
Going to take time and booze to heal
Fighting your fears, too many tears

Test your might and your strength of will
Push harder than you think you can
There's not enough time left to kill
Trust in my love, and give me your hand