My head hung low, sadness in my heart
Mind filled with madness, it’s tearing me apart
But until I realize my life isn’t perfect
I die within and live on the surface
I got my head held high
Till the day I die
Ask for forgiveness every time I lie
And for every mistake I make in my life
I know it’s a struggle, I’ll never give up the fight
Every time I tell this story, it brings a tear in my eye
Being in so many directions, now i can’t lie
About being burned out with the fight inside
Of my heart and mind and they want my soul to pick a side
So now what to do, what to say,
How to fight, how to pray,
Stress so tough that it breaks me everyday
I lift my head up, but it drops when I grow old
The torture of my life….my T.COL (x2)
I look at my life and I recognize all the scars
From when I fell to the ground reaching for the stars
I spent so many years trying to be the man
The best in the game, I did all I can
But I thought my best wasn’t best enough
So I went from nice and kind to mean and tough
Rough and rude, I approached the world
Tossing all my pain at people was truly absurd
But the truth is that the world didn’t deserve my pain
So I spent a lot of my life trying to rearrange
Rethink, refocus, retrain and maintain
To keep a grip on my anger was such a strain
So now what to do, what to say,
How to fight, how to pray,
Stress so tough that it breaks me everyday
I lift my head up, but it drops when I grow old
The torture of my life….my T.COL (x2)
I ask you all these questions, now that I feel like I’m at my rope
Noose around my neck, trust me, I will choke
Willing to let it all go, just to feel no pain
Look at my life, God, tell me what to change
Just to be better than today, stronger than tomorrow
Rid my life of all this pain and sorrow
I want to go all the way for you, but I don’t know how
Show me the way to live this life strong somehow
So now what to do, what to say,
How to fight, how to pray,
Stress so tough that it breaks me everyday
I lift my head up, but it drops when I grow old
The torture of my life….my T.COL (x2)
T.C.O.L….an acronym that really sticks out…one that I know that needs to be proven false soon, since I constantly see the truth…
-inspired by Marsha Ambrosious – Far Away