I’m swallowing this sadness
Licking the sweat off these bitter lips
I’m drowning in this crass-ness
Unsure of what’s next
I’m blinded by life
I’m struggling to see
I’m holding on to whatever
Seems closets to me
I’m digging in deeper
Plowing heels into dirt
Trying to stay upright
Just to avoid the hurt
So desperate to hold on
To whatever seems right
Life is just a mere eidolon
But it’s worth the fight
Just to give up
It would be so easy to go
Not sure if ill stick around
For the end of the show
I’m swallowing this sadness
Liking the sweat off these bitter lips
I’m drowning in this crass-ness
Unsure of what’s next
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180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?
Well, some say yes
and some say no,
but I’m here to tell you
it doesn’t matter which way you go.
‘Cause you all end up
in the same place,
in the same time,
face to face with the thing
you may deem divine.
And that’s God.
God is the magical one,
the mysterious one,
the one that may seem to be having
all the fun.
He’s playing with the puppets,
and you’re the one
that’s doing his wishes
and not having fun.
But I’m not here to tell you
what’s false and what’s true,
I’m here to tell you that
you decide what you do.
I’m not here to tell you
what’s right and what’s wrong
I’m here to tell you that
you do belong.
Even though you’re self-esteem
may be gone.
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