They said it was all going to be okay,
Yet I find myself hurting over the same things over and over again.
“Life isn’t fair“, is the lesson I take way from all this,
As I try once more to keep my head held high.
Do I really want to make it?
Do I really want to be happy?
Maybe this bubble of anxiety is my destiny,
Just maybe this is my cross the bear.
At at a cross road dear Lord,
I can’t no more,
I can’t be strong like You told me to be,
I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel,
I can’t hold on any longer.
This is my cross,
It’s weighing me down,
The pain is more vivid than its ever been before.
I just can’t…