Get out from under my skin,
And stop whispering
All of you into my ear because
It's broken words,
That drag as they come in.
This system was yours for the taking.
I couldn't hold it while my hands were shaking.
Stronger than I'll ever be, God,
Lift this burden off of me, please
Rip it from the hands that hold tight,
I can't see myself without your light
But I know I can't keep taking,
While the hands that try to hold are shaking,
God this spirit is yours for the breaking.
So break this.
Please back off,
I underestimate the damage you can do,
And it's like a disease
This Fatality,
That can only get the best of you.
Father open up my eyes
You have to take me by surprise.
(Repeat Chorus)
2 comments:
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You're good at keeping things secret. Secret pains, secret revelations, secret stressed, secret annoyances. Secrets are good sometimes, but carrying too many will throw your back out. You have a bad back anyways, right?
I love this. I relate to this.
I agree with you girl. And I agree with Amanda. It's easy to keep this kind of stuff a secret because you don't feel like it's worth pouring out to others. But KNOW that it is, and that we as your friends WANT to listen and try to help, even if we can't all the time. Sometimes it just helps to vent, ya know?
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