lost
i remember why years ago i wrote those words. for me they speak the honest truth. i'm so unsure of my own decisions that i fear i will make a mistake.
repetative, this i know.
a pattern i've yet to be phased out of. and i struggle to reach another day
knowing i'm in the right place. am i?
and so i ask yet again, "God, what do you see when you smile down on me?
do i make you happy or do i make you want to cry?"
that's where i am. lost
repetative, this i know.
a pattern i've yet to be phased out of. and i struggle to reach another day
knowing i'm in the right place. am i?
and so i ask yet again, "God, what do you see when you smile down on me?
do i make you happy or do i make you want to cry?"
that's where i am. lost