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The scripture said I had to change. I promised them that I would stay the same, I didn't. A sherif on my own life's road. Trying to keep myself from routes I've already drove. Sometimes finding a hand to hold opposite the steering wheel seems like my only hope. Just trying to find a way to show all the things that I know. I've been trying to lighten up the load, tighten up control. These missing things I'm asking for, prayer is like ointment to the sores, I just need to know you. The Devil uses my success to open doors that I shouldn't go through. You were the air I breathe you walked away & forced me to choke. If I set fire to my soul, will you even see the smoke?
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Damp Fire
The scripture said I had to change. I promised them that I would stay the same, I didn't. A sherif on my own life's road. Trying to keep myself from routes I've already drove. Sometimes finding a hand to hold opposite the steering wheel seems like my only hope. Just trying to find a way to show all the things that I know. I've been trying to lighten up the load, tighten up control. These missing things I'm asking for, prayer is like ointment to the sores, I just need to know you. The Devil uses my success to open doors that I shouldn't go through. You were the air I breathe you walked away & forced me to choke. If I set fire to my soul, will you even see the smoke?
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
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