I get tired of being me sometimes,
For I can't go where I'd like.
Moving forward is such a crime,
Then I experience what isn't right.
It's like women pay to much attention,
And do exactly what they want.
Then I give into temptation;
I've grown impatient waiting long.
I know God has a caring heart;
And I've felt like He won't listen.
I don't know where to start;
I'm so tired of these contradictions.
Why can't I just be filthy,
Or abide with the righteous?
No knowledge of the heart within me,
Am I Christian with a just cause?