When i feel i got it bad you turn around and push me.
what can i do when u trow me in the ring of fire
wondering whyu push me
knowing i never could face this thing's and go higher
when somehow your the only one that realy seem to see clearly
what is there to listen to then the birds singing and wishing it was loader
wondering were to find the key so i can be free
what am i to do sit here like a real fighter
knowinging what lys ahead sanity or misery
and every time i get close the truth gets faster
wondering if my life is like a tree.
when a tree's life can b cut shorter
when all this feeling seem to help me forsee
wondering am i chasing after my own pleaser
when i look at myself this way feeling crabby
when everyone know who they are and i cant seem to know were all the peace are scatterred
wondering why i can be so lucky
when im much like a slacker
when possibilty u forgave and you can just hold out your hand slightly
wondering if you even heard my prayer
when theres nothing you can do with all the mystery
when my days are numbered to be wiser
when i seem to walk among the able blindlly
when they ask me to be the speaker
when my memory seem to get gloggy
what am i to do when im not that cleaver
wonder if im right to disagree
when all i ask is closure
what a girl to do when happyness is not a guarantee
when faith and hope is all i have in the future
wondering if god ever heres the pain and suffering within me
wondering why not more simpler
when im not a rockie
knowing i walkk among healers
when i ask for help i wish no pitty
whanting the baggege realeased but it gets heavier
knowing your the one that see me trow honestly
