On My Knees
I’m sitting in my room and have fallen to my knees
Why did god not just set me free?
Just a victim, failure cuts me sharp like a knife
i have to get this off my chest and get on with my life
i just sit here on my knees
Constantly planning my escape to flee
I’m just feeling lost and hopeless
And I think I’m about to lose focus
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