When
When your church turns against you,
What more pain could there be?
You need them most they’re not there
It’s what happened to me
When your date of expiration,
Comes and goes it is true
Tis life’s pain and the arrow
That was meant for you
You’re holding us fine,
But you’re only human, you know
Then you break down and
You let your weaker side show.
When your nerves are on end,
And you’re shaking all inside
When your breathing is shallow,
And there is none by your side.
A slit on the wrist,
Or maybe across the neck
What’s the use in living?
What’s the use, what the heck?
What’s the use in living?
Why keep going on?
My life will never be good
Singing melancholy’s song.
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