Knowing
God take hold of my brain
I'm tired of feeling insane
Everyday we live in pain
Already found the blame
Yet life remains the same
Whose to shame
Well, tell God I'm planning
And I'll be handling any problem
That comes my way
I live in a poison home
Toxic from family, friends,
And even being alone
So when I'm shown
The futures unknown
I hope for the best,
Waiting, and creating woes
Knowing I'll have to grow
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