Please

August 29, 2020

Please god, If you can just change me

My style isn’t working out, rearrange me

Do what you have to do to get me to listen

Because my demise, so far I have pretty well written

I don’t want to give up, but I am pretty damn close

I act strong, but truly nobody even knows

I am tired of hiding from the misery that I feel

Cause nobody can relate or even realize that is the deal

Everyone is Einstein in their own eyes

Unless they are depressed like me and their mind defies

Please god help me, PLEASE if you do exist

I wonder if in the end, I will be missed

God, If you are there, I am praying on my knees

I need your help if you are there, I am begging you please

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