Nearing My End - We Hit a Dead End

Give me an excuse or a reason…I’m going through this depression, making 
little progress
To overcome these waves of emotions…and I tried with all of my might to be so 
bold
Friends come and go like season to season…I’m going through the grieving 
process
Getting a hold of the rope of hold – there’s more future to unfold…it’s still left 
untold

Pre-chorus: I thought your grass was green…I’m hopeless… (Oh funny, I 
thought you were a good person…I was there for you through thick and thin – 
you do not love me anymore) 
I’m through with you...you…tonight…I long for God’s light (to shed on me…we 
were in content & we were pleasant)
Chorus: Ahhhh….Stop being a tease…
Ahhhh….Being a tease…(my heart broke into two)
Ahhhh….Here’s a wound to mend
Ahhhh….Please, put my mind at ease
Ahhhh….You don’t see me, nearing my end…
Ahhhh….Nearing my end…(you’re left without a clue)
Pre-chorus #2: You turned out to be so mean…you were so heartless… (you 
make me feel like nothin’…make me feel like someone…somethin’ – your words 
pierced me like a pin on the floor)
I’m not haunted by your callous night…don’t pick a fight (with me…we were 
innocent like a newborn infant)

I have grabbed the rope of hope…I won’t mope…mope… 
But, I am nearing my end...the Lord has two hearts to mend
Can you cleanse me with your wisdom, as clean as soap?
We hit a dead end…our bliss, accord, & love perfectly blend
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Ioane Avatar
July 21, 2014 at 9:01 AM
Dear David, this is heavy stuff for me - it makes me feel that if i do comment, I will be trespassing. Anyhow, I can hear you my dear friend, loud and clear. Alofas, Tiaua.
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