I've troubled God, asked it for reprieve; answered with its lips and marrow. Unsightly God, with all its crooked teeth, put me on the straight and narrow. "Here's a way of getting what you want; only dirty if you think so." So I told God, my tired eyes all gaunt, I didn't want a path paved yellow.
I'm very bent, I've told you this before. Don't try to ask when you know the answer.So very sick of waking every day, feeling like my pain is futile. A constant feud, a struggle for life; why bother when everything hurts? I guess that's why I'm looking for answers, somebody else to solve my problems.
A sick old saint/a waitress of such hopes couldn't tell me what I wanted. It just got worse; a stack of papers without audit. I can't be their friend, an uncomfortable thought. I'm having issues like my mom did. A dystopian youth; I won't make it out, this is it the end, game over.
Just like I knew it would play out: I'm caught in my head, trembling with the fear, crying in my bed. I can't finish anything that I start, hell, I can't even start; I'm done before the race ever hits my heart. An antiquated love for everything you do; I hope you crash and burn, I'll die here with you.
Game over.
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