I Died the Day I Became Religious

the excuses we make
are the reasons we live for
because we don't want to admit
the real life we live

i learned this from experiance

i lied to the ones i love
i lied to the ones i dont
i lied to the ones i trusted
and i lied to the one called me

i hate to look back at the changes ive made
//not because of the change//
but because of the disgrace i am to them

i look around and see
all these happy people
i ask myself
''why cant i be like that''
then i realize
i am

depression is a mind game
we role the dice
and select our own pawns
we choose our happiness
and i have chosen mine

why did i make the choice i did

i have everything i need
and yet
i loathe the misery i live in

this is not what true happiness is
sorrow has enveloped my true feelings
and sadly
without reason

save me father
save me now
i need to live the life i promised you
i need to feel the way i felt
when i chose the right things

i do not have a map to this lonely world
but i do have you
guiding me
leading me

what else could i want

you are my escape from the escapes i have chosen
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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