Showing restraint, or being stubborn
Reflection, or conversation rejection
I’m feeling and guessing vital parts are missing
And I won’t, don’t, or just plain refuse to improve
I can do better, indifference says whatever
Or is it comfort tucking me into some twisted complacency
Please God, please help me.
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Show up at the finish line like hey well I made it
Waiting to live life after my heart’s beats have faded
Wanting you to speak and at the same time afraid
What am I doing with my time and look at all the stupid choices I’ve made
Please God, help me.
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The darkest dark
An unbelieving and distrusting heart
Running away from the light into the worst parts
A fear and a horror and a nightmare, from me depart
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