Im waiting here on another saturday
same old same old
wondering what i threw away
why does it have to be like this?
Because i let it?
stubborn, bullheaded, strong willed!?
Am i really i crumble inside, but my
wall of optimism is up and activated.
I push through,put on a smile cuz it makes it a better day
I dont let people see my pain.
If i do they have ammo and I’m left
weak and vulnerable..
I can listen to anyone, talk you through your pain and be there..
When you ask me to talk i become a bawling, weak,emotional teenager.
Some say ive been through alot
But i havent seen half of what my friends go through.
Ive had my trials and he is there to pick me up always.
I feel low but he makes me whole and clean with just two words:
how does he keep loving me if i hurt him,how
much pain does he have or see that he forgives?
how many wretches does he turn to doves?..
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