Lies twist and contort in time
Exaggerate and blown to new a new size
Just when you think you are at your prime
New problems begin to arise
You feel the weight of everyone on you
but cant even hold yourself afoot
You think about everything you've been through
In the middle of this hell is where you got put
When will things get better?
When will I pick myself off the floor?
To god I write this letter
To ask am I so much more
Will I see the end of this pain?
Will I know what to do?
Can you please explain
Why your visit is long overdue
