Bitter

Even tho I made it back by the skin of my teeth Coming back still doesn't give me any kind of relief My heart feels heavy and my soul weary, Like the years before... nothing has changed and nothing is cheery My life feels wasted before it even began I guess it's just a part of God's master plan Right? I guess It's a joke drawn out into the sand.. Washed away by the tide before my dreams could even land I'm bitter towards this bitter hand I frankly don't know how much more I can soon stand Set back, after set back, after set back Makes me want to tie the rope until it snaps Least then it'll be a wrap And maybe hell is where I belong A place to sing all my sad songs