I know I went wrong by the standards of the world
May be I ended up using my own strength and now I am tempted to blame you
But I am hurt
I know the bible tells me that you care but right now I would not mind a handkerchief
Lord, you know I can’t wait to leave; for I am done
And I thought that all I needed was to make it
May be you have saved me from so much
But it’s a May Day for me.
Why does it always have to feel this way?
Is it really necessary for me to be torn apart each time?
The scars
The dents on my heart
They are in perpetual increase
It’s a May Day
I feel I am torn
One more tear won’t hurt
Cause I am tending to numbness
You are up in heaven
But I think that I will be fine
All I have strength for now is a wish!