Correct me if I’m wrong
But God didn’t have the right to take my sanity,
Make me
insane,
Keep me struggling
In this game
that I call life.
Come on and tell me
That he didn’t have the right
To introduce the
—
The perks and the weed
No longer a want
Now a need.

Just like a bird needs wings to fly
I try and I try
To stop this addiction,
But my life right now
Seems to be fiction;
‘Cause the pain and the hurt
Don’t seem real
Why must God
Make me feel?
Because right now I am
Dreadfully depressed
A perfect little life:
mine
Turned into a horrific mess.

The laughs and smiles
All seem to disappear
And since my mother died,
I’ve been battling my
fears.
Am I the only one
Who seems to feel this way
Each and every second,
minute,
hour,
day?