I'm whole on the outside
but hollow in the inside
When I'm gone, I'll be remembered and loved
but not missed much
'Cos it makes no difference whether I'm around or not
Approached only when badly in need of service
but ain't really the same when vice-versa
I know I ain't God or watever
but how can I stop my doings?
If I do, I'll feel 'bad'
There's that word again
But if I dun, my problems won't be solved
A grudge in my heart
forgiven but unforgiven
Know the true frens to go to
dunno what I'd do without them
But when they'll gone
I'm all alone again
That's one problem
I need an armour
to protect me from all my years of torment
Where is my armour?
Where is my protection?
I think I've found it
experienced it once
I need to find it again
Where are you?


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