Give In, Give Up, I Choose
On the dark side of my feelings,
In the black hole of my trust,
What was good enough for others,
was a struggle when I must,
Accept a broken promise,
Or believe a little lie,
I haven’t even started,
And the years have flown by.
It’s a question of religion,
It was easy to forget,
That beyond the modern world,
What you give is what you get.
What you did and what you said,
Will be with you when you’re down,
When it’s faith that has departed
Only darkness will be found.
Please give me back my freedom,
Let my choices be undone,
So many wasted moments,
For the doubting, jealous one.
I colored in the picture,
But from the very start,
The shades of my suspicion,
Got the better of my heart.
There’s a touch of the ironic,
In my endless search for love,
I didn’t want to listen,
What was I thinking of,
On the shoulders of the lonely,
My heavy weight accrues,
Until the final moment,
Give in, give up, I choose.
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