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I wish believing was easy but there’s so much deceiving
I spend more time thinking than I spend breathing
and God, You are the breath of life that I want to breathe in tonight
You can take control and show me what I need to know and where to go to get to where I’m supposed to be
Because You are a rock and I am a withering tree
The tree you died on was for me and that was a waste of wood
You should’ve died for someone else and just left me where I stood
Then I’d have no worries or fears and you wouldn’t have shed those tears
I wouldn’t have to wonder if I’m doing everything wrong, because I’d already know
I don’t belong and that’s my greatest fear
Now I’m just confused
It’s like my brain just blew a fuse
My mind’s gone blank and my life is a bank
I have so many debts for which I cannot account
I want to be left a loan because I know people are losing interest
Maybe I’m just having withdrawals from you
Life is getting taxing
I’m a withering tree upon which they’re axing and I fall and fold until
Behold
There’s nothing left where I once was
Except a stump that leaves people stumped
Chop chop chop is all it took like the thump thump thump at the end of the Book
I wail as you grow pale with the hammering of nails and I try to shout
CAN’T YOU SEE
You don’t need to die for me
I’ll waste my life
every minute of every day
It shouldn’t have ended that way
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