Fall
My soul is being tormented as my heart begins to bleed,
How can you understand me, know exactly what I need?
No one can recognize my face as I’m being torn,
The pain turns to anger, sadness turns to scorn.
I cannot last much longer as the spirit begins to fade,
I’m sick of being hurt this way, my body being played.
Forgive me, my Lord; my heart is filled with dread,
I’m bringing down this damn world, the life is officially dead.
Lying is only part of it, stupidity is there too,
I should of realized I’d fall, putting my trust in you.
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