I'm angry
I'm angry at myself for almost everything
I'm angry at those who bullied me through primary school
I'm angry at my friends who gave up on caring
I'm angry at my friends who don't understand that they have hurt me
I'm angry at my brother and my father for saying hurtfull words to me, and expecting me to respect them
I'm angry at the world for being the world
and guess what?
I'm angry at God
He hasn't broken any promises, but sometimes I feel so abandoned
I'm angry that God has let me feel this way
I'm angry that He doesn't always stop Satan from attacking me
God's answers to prayer are: Yes, No, Not yet
I sometimes feel like God's anwer to me is Never
I want all my pain to go away but it won't
The past haunts me
Why won't He get rid of it?
Why is it up to me to get over it?
I have tried
It doesn't stop haunting me
Sometimes I feel like screaming.
I can't forgive myself for hurting people
and I can't help holding grudges against those who have hurt me
I'm angry.
Growing Pains- Deas Vail
What's a name
When in the darkness we all look the same?
Holding candles looking for the flame,
For the fire to chase the night away
As we wait for daylight to break.
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It's a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told.
We are frames,
Chasing photos of our happier days.
Clinging to the ones they can't erase.
Going on to find that perfect place,
Where we can love each other.
We can find each other,
We can shape the world again.
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It's a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told.
Pages turn and then unfold
To show us where we've been.
As the signs along the road
To lead us home again.
I feel like I am turned inside out. <<< How I feel.
I've come so far I can't turn around,
But I don't know the next steps to take
'Cause all you left were me and the growing pains.
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It's a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told.
Pages turn and then unfold
To show us where we've been.
As the signs along the road
To lead us home again.
I'm angry at myself for almost everything
I'm angry at those who bullied me through primary school
I'm angry at my friends who gave up on caring
I'm angry at my friends who don't understand that they have hurt me
I'm angry at my brother and my father for saying hurtfull words to me, and expecting me to respect them
I'm angry at the world for being the world
and guess what?
I'm angry at God
He hasn't broken any promises, but sometimes I feel so abandoned
I'm angry that God has let me feel this way
I'm angry that He doesn't always stop Satan from attacking me
God's answers to prayer are: Yes, No, Not yet
I sometimes feel like God's anwer to me is Never
I want all my pain to go away but it won't
The past haunts me
Why won't He get rid of it?
Why is it up to me to get over it?
I have tried
It doesn't stop haunting me
Sometimes I feel like screaming.
I can't forgive myself for hurting people
and I can't help holding grudges against those who have hurt me
I'm angry.
Growing Pains- Deas Vail
What's a name
When in the darkness we all look the same?
Holding candles looking for the flame,
For the fire to chase the night away
As we wait for daylight to break.
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It's a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told.
We are frames,
Chasing photos of our happier days.
Clinging to the ones they can't erase.
Going on to find that perfect place,
Where we can love each other.
We can find each other,
We can shape the world again.
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It's a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told.
Pages turn and then unfold
To show us where we've been.
As the signs along the road
To lead us home again.
I feel like I am turned inside out. <<< How I feel.
I've come so far I can't turn around,
But I don't know the next steps to take
'Cause all you left were me and the growing pains.
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It's a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told.
Pages turn and then unfold
To show us where we've been.
As the signs along the road
To lead us home again.
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