Save me Lord,
for thinking suicidal.
Knees bleeding of prayer, with tears
on the bible.
Life's always a risk,
especially when you're going through it a
Lone survivor.

Humbly I must confess to you,
not always at my best,
More likely like a mess, everytime I'm
praying to you.
Last thing on my mind,
is to be thinking about death.
Seems I've become worn out,
as my heart is undressed.
So if I'm speaking much Truth,
this really started when I was young and depressed.

But isn't that the world,
all down on their luck.
We're not that surprised,
probably now we just behold.
Still I know I'm not the only one,
to say that this round kind of *****.

Maybe gone is the world,
or rather gone are we.
Half a tank of faith, the other half
definitely disbelief.
We just need some relief,
you know the type that helps you breathe.
For when you seem to have
fallen short,
You're not too far from a shortness of believe.

But wait no,
I'm just speaking about myself this time.
Something I do on the low,
as is with this smile.
Cracking deep inside of me,
for the future it doesn't know.