Starring at the bright light again;
Everyday, it's all the same.
Starring blankly, thoughts swimming;
We should've been told, it's all a game.
It doesn't matter what we do;
No one cares.
The moment we're stranded;
Is anyone gonna be there?
We live a good life, who notices;
Freaks is what they call us.
Our reward is not of this world we're told;
Then take me out of it!
If it makes you less sad;
I'd do anything
If it makes you less sad;
I'd buy another ring
Why do the good get stepped on;
Yet, the evil are blessed?
One week, it's all I asked;
Denied
I lived my life for something good;
Where did it go
Is there nothing good to live for;
Let me know
Hypocrytes - all of you;
How dare you call yourselves a lamb!
Likes snakes you are;
Liers, deceivers, hypocrytes
How can I lead my own sheep;
I'm not worthy.
How can I guide them;
I am still lost
Is this my soul, or just an empty heart?
I'll never forget what you took away.
How could you leave us like that;
When you took him that day
This is it, I've had enough;
I'm tired of putting in my all, my everything.
Who cares what they think, I am who I am;
I'm done
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Chad I am weeping as I read this. I cannot imagine the heartache of living without a dad. God knows your pain, though. (He lived for a while without His son.) I am thankful that you allowed Him to carry you through it.
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