Hurt Me
wishful are my answers
borrowed are my calls
I am guilty of devision
caught in a pit of balls
worried seem your answers
invisable are your calls
guilty in the mirror
it's all still a little raw
tears are in the truth
I feel a little lost with in
muffled are the lies
and we begin here in sin
the sin of being lied to
the sin of what is life
left in a jar, always reaching for the rim
I hurt for the injustice
the burrden of the sin
nothing left to do
but begin this all again
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2015
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