Pity you never saw me
unable to take my eyes off of you,
We were one hell of a love poem;
You don’t deserve my words.
You are without flaws
Even when you break your leg
It's done flawlessly
I thought I was over it but still I haven't made it over this,
me and my outspokenness I can't help it I'm helpless to
the transition to deliver me from my sinfulness it's why
I'm overlooked and misunderstood but in Christ no
matter what it looks like I'm good, to die is gain and no
matter who I lose in this war it's all worth it, if they only
knew nothing on this earth can amount to the price I
been purchased with, this life was meant to offend,
destroy, & kill the old you so I count it all joy to the ones I
lost on the way. No matter what I say on what I did or
what I said, I did it all because no one could ever fill me
up with that everlasting bread
Thirty-four hours,
at the shore...
Thirty-four more hours...
Of skin burned raw...
Thirty-four layers
Of skin peel off,
Thirty-four square
feet, of skin to doff...
Thirty-four tubes
Of thirty-four creams
Resulted from
Thirty-four nights
Of painful screams...
Thirty-four ointments
Thirty-four pain pills,
Yet thirty-four times,
You scream out louder
Than thirty-four
Beverly Sills...
You've resolved,
you swear,
Thirty-four times,
Thirty-four times
you promise
to behave,
Even if you have
to live...
In a thirty-four foot
deep cave!