How frustrated I feel all day long, |
for something I can't help her to see; |
Not that she think it matters, "I'm wrong," |
Those are the words to set herself free; |
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All red in the face with my anger, |
a blatant show that I truly cared; |
Though this seems to constantly linger, |
God, please guide me to be not so flared; |
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All in all, its good to be alive, |
though as troubled as I seem to feel; |
Trust it will eventually subside, |
I feel crushed by this Titan's boot heel; |
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Won't stay an emotional coward, |
God please give me the strength to stay clean; |
After all its your greatest power, |
to love us all equally esteemed; |
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I leave myself in your knowing hands, |
where else would you have me run into; |
A house of crack with adoring fans, |
Please God, just tell me something to do; |