Dog Bite, Bee Sting

I don't know where this road ends, but I know where it starts Desperate in the chambers of broken teenage hearts Needing, kneading, their hands away Sucking themselves to tooth decay Bitching, hormoaning, the fountain of youth won't stop bleeding Settling and settling like quicksand round your knees The more you struggle, the more you squirm, the more you aim to please Are we two beasts, or one in the same Two backs, eight legs, and so much pain Can't get enough, or seem to shake that sinking feeling Sinking feeling Now I've been told to make a list Of all my favorite things and return to it When life seem bleak, when all seems lost To see that I'm truly blessed Well I've racked my brain and spent some time Mulling it over and I must resign I can count my blessings on a set of amputee's fingers Of all my favorite things, you disappoint me the least