The Circle
All I'm praying is for the Lord to take the stress away
It's bearing down, I'm tryin' to break away
I don't deal with this on the day to day
So when it comes, I gotta take a break
I can't; it's being thrown in my face constantly
Like it's okay; that's not how it gotta be
I'm wobbling on this brink; it follows me
Like a shadow but y'all don't notice it's stopping me
I'm making this plea, guilty second-degree
It wasn't premeditated nor did it happen deliberately
It just happened; now I'm watching unhappily
I know it was my choice but I had to take that stand
And who said it'd be easy to be the first to reject commands?
And who said it'd be simple to make grown decisions?
And who said it'd be easy to simply stop the missing, the wanting, the limping?
Hurt by the chance that I was given
It put me in such an odd position now I'm facing opposition
With myself; it isn't supposed to be this way
But I guess that's why I gotta break away
Maybe I'll be happy on a later date
And maybe then I'll have the guts to say, or admit
That I was the one in the shadows, wanting
I'm sitting in the wings now, yes, haunting
They watch me in amazement now, yes, gawking
I'm following my heart now and these thought things
Sparking up a fire, bring the gasoline
I'm running this race alone, no track team
Haters and spectators I'm attracting
Thought you were doing something?
Compared to me, you're lacking
And who thought it would all start from pain?
And who said I'd beat them at their own game?
And who thought that they'd be the ones envying me?
But I've done it for all of their eyes to see
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