Why, oh why can't I get it right? I ask myself this question every day
and every night.
Some of us are different from the rest. Some of us have a fear of
In our minds, we believe we try. But in reality, we're living a lie.
Someone once told me, trying is lying. You do it or you don't. I really
want to live life as i'm suppose to, but I fear that I won't.
I've had many problems from the start. It seems to me when I get my
**** together, my ******* falls apart.
I could fake it as I've done before. But as soon as I get through with
one problem, another opens the door.
Please help me Lord and show me what to do. I need you in my life,
Lord. I surrender to you.
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
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