My Life
My life on the outside
Seems so perfect and so sweet
But when you look on the inside
Your expectations will be beat
I’m not this happy person
That I always seem to be
And if you looked inside my heart
You wouldn’t like the real me
I’m crying and I’m hurting
For someone to set me free
But hey, who am I kidding
No one else will ever see
I try so very hard
But I never seem to make it
My life is worthless anyway
I guess I’ll have to take it
But wait, what’s that in the distance
A man all dressed in white
When I’m standing in his presence
I feel so pretty and so bright
Is this the man that they call Jesus
The one sent to rescue me
Or is this just another illusion
Or some silly fantasy
No, this can’t be real
He is perfect, can’t you see
What would he ever want
With a little sinner just like me
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