Another Day
Looking back on the harm I’ve done, I can’t forgive myself for mistaking harm with
fun. I’m done Try’na figure out if I’m a good or bad person, converting the hurting
wishing it would rain to hide my pain, enclose my fears, and cloak my tears.
Thinking for years if I’m a make them proud of me or be ashamed of the person I
grew up to be. Life chose me, I didn’t choose life, I’d rather be dead than alive
going through pain, not striving forward, no one recognizing the love I have for
them. Next thing I know life’s outta control. Hoping one day I can roll over and
life’s answers will unfold. So I can mold myself into God’s true creature. Until
then I will be overlooked, my words misunderstood. Everyone’s a beautiful car,
but me, I’m working under then hood.
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