Witness reality
Time is a terrible thing to waste
And, here I am, the one who had to lose the race
These thoughts and moves I've made
has gotten me stuck in place
But, if I try now, I can save face.
Hours lost in my bed
Days playing in my head
There's so much regret
With all this lack of hope, I might be better off dead
Skilless, I can barely breathe
Cowardice, please don't look at me
Witness, the pain of reality
My future could be a tragedy
If I fall again
I'll just have to stand
Is this in God's Plan?
Will He lend a hand?
I've been going in the wrong direction for too long
It's good I can handle rejection, even though I'm not strong
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