Hiding behind this facade can’t stop
Want to get behind something that won’t drop.
Need stability, hunger for an ability
to do something, anything at all.
I cry at night, cursing my life, wishing I could
be another person, and have a chance in this world.
I’ll just be another statistic on the news,
another scrape, another bruise.
I call out to God to have mercy on me, but I think
he’s testing me.
Trying to make the best of me, but it hurts, oh it hurts
the transition inside.
I don’t know anything any more I feel like a lamb
led to the slaugter door.
Waiting for the world to swallow me whole, spit me
out and take its toll.
Never gonna find love, I always said, I wish sometimes
I forgot this past.
I wish sometimes it never had last.
This was my past, ahead to the future, I’m still as dull
now as I used ta.
Don’t try to save me, don’t try to tame me, just try to
give me a shoulder and I’ll be alright.
Too many people have taken advantage
Hurt and going on landin.
Take this pain, and scatter it I said to Him one night
he did, like he scattered day from night.
This is my recollection, my want of perfection, my
deepest hour of depression.

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