In the Moment of Weakness
My head hits the floor
Am on the ground
Searching for the exit door
This soul of mines can't take any more
Can't you see
My body is about to hit the floor
One, two my tears start to pour
Three, four my spirit begins to roar
Five, six my mind is about to split
Seven, eight I have to admit
That I cannot submit to the tales of a hypocrite
Copyright © Scarlette Howard | Year Posted 2019
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