brought to my knees, maybe i'll pray

[id_rather_write]

i cant get this taste out of my mouth
the bitterness of failure
the biting edge of guilt
and all that ive worked for comes crumbling down

this is an uphill struggle
against the grain
of truth
i want to scream out
but all i have is this hoarse whisper

its so unfair
and yet so deserved
and not unexpected

sometimes i search for an answer
that i know isnt there

can a girl hope?

i wish i was beautiful