Withdrawn
No
smiles, no hugs for the children
No
kind words to greed my poor boa
I just
growl inside my own sadness
Just
vanish and hide in a hole
Hoping
the world will forget me
Me and
this lot called despair
Hoping
that no one will notice
How my
life is simply not fair.
Whilst
this bad feeling is growing
Like
weeds inside my head
If I
fail to stop them, they choke me,
And
Satan will be just so glad
So
glad that he finally got me
Stop
all of the things I could do
So
happy to trip me flat on my face
So
glad that I’m finally through
So
happy I misunderstood
Feeling
sorry for self is a sin
That I
could have won
This
race called life
Had I
simply not let HIM in.
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