There's an itching in my brain, its
not exactly on the surface
i've been more in tune with God and
less distracted by the churches
Sometimes wish for death but
We all know thats worthless
you hurt in the night
waiting for some Devil to come put coins over your eyes, and
instead he binds your tongue, well
maybe God was wrong about second chances
Maybe I was wrong about me
And if wickedness never was happiness
why does this sadness make me smile
I'm sicker now, the dog was ashamed to lose
can anyone tell me why feelings are so hard to choose?
My brain is innocent
walking through a war zone
choking in debris
kinda just like me
and, just like me
its weak and therefore worthless
But ill be alright
don't you worry about me
Im waiting for a miracle to save us and
maybe I will wake up
please, just,
tell me when it ends.
I know I'm not a bad person for shaking where my leg bends
but I'm small and this world is getting heavy
and all this pressure has made my heart weak and unsteady.
