I linger and listen to that 99th tear to glisten...
I'm letting go of another expected love song.
Skipping over those tracks and everything that lacks...
a sweet embrace and second glances prolonged.
I'm letting go of another expected love song.
Skipping over those tracks and everything that lacks...
a sweet embrace and second glances prolonged.
But here I am, this is me, only me...
my head, my heart, my hands, my feet.
Spill the wine and the pills, let the numbness evade...
walk away, swallow deep, feel that pain so willingly.
They lie through their pretty, tearing teeth, it's not me, it's You...
it was You all along for this alleged self affliction.
I'm turning over decimated leaves, wistful faith renewed...
heart ready, walk steady with You, my new found addiction.
my head, my heart, my hands, my feet.
Spill the wine and the pills, let the numbness evade...
walk away, swallow deep, feel that pain so willingly.
They lie through their pretty, tearing teeth, it's not me, it's You...
it was You all along for this alleged self affliction.
I'm turning over decimated leaves, wistful faith renewed...
heart ready, walk steady with You, my new found addiction.
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I've been sitting here reading this over and over.
Trying to come up with some clever comment
But the truth of it is, I want your addiction.
Because the addictions that I've replaced it with are strangling me and I feel like there is no way out of their grasp but by running away to some far away place where nobody knows who I am. Or what I've done. There has to be another way to escepe. There has to be another way to save myself. Or maybe thats the problem is that I'm trying to save myself instead of realizing that I am completely and utterly helpless on my own and I've been thrashing around in this torrential storm of drugs and lust and greed and the list gos on and on. There is a rescue boat in the water with a hand reaching out to me. Why can't I take it? What am I afraid of losing? Friends? Already lost them. Family? Despite my best efforts to make them want to disown me, they are still watching from afar, hoping that I take that hand and get rescued. God give me the strangth to reach out and let go of my driftwood............
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