Wide eyed,
sheets pulled up to your chin,
feeling sick to your stomach, thinking please don't hurt me again,
trying to figure out the reasons even though you never will,
and it's so very tough to swallow that bitter pill...
The motives were foggy n' now you know that she lied,
you beat yourself up, over the little things that you hide.
And your code by which you try to so hard to abide,
"No more girls no more hurt, just the Lord and my pride"
is slowly fading, with the hustle&bustle and much wasted time, you spend, hours on end, merely wanting and trying, to be seen, to be heard,
but you discover that your mind is so much better off when you stop
and rewind,
gather yourself, and turn to the Lord, Jesus Christ you're my guide.
((turn to him, for no problem is too much for our heavenly father))
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