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.
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.
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