It's so hard to give up, so hard to turn back.
Coming so far, and than it seems to get stuck.
Sometimes it seems to get so hard.
Faces become just a mask,
hiding things much deeper within.
I hate Sundays. Have to endure
shouting and shitty faces. Get shouted at for all the wrong reasons, for practically NOTHING at all. They dun care and they know. All they see is everything wrong. Money and things they could give, but that's not the love I wanna see.
I have a choice. To love or hate. To move on or go away. God's full armor, from head to toe. But
nary a thing, on the back.
Never turn your back. On anything, anyone. I have choices but the long road seems to have hung on. I can only steel myself, and says carry on.
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