Dear God
A little sorrow left unwept
Become the chains of tomorrow
My friend says
God dosn't dish out what you can't handle
I think you have me mixed up
With somebody stronger
I'm in trouble
Please check your records
I'm not the person you think I am
I'm not coping at all
I jump at every noise
My hands permanently shake
My mind can't focus
If you could just check those records,
I'm sure this could be straightened out
I'm not angry
Just concerned,
This I'm sure is an accidental oversight
I'm far weaker than the one you think I am
Even now, I can't stop my heart
from beating so fast,
Its so hard to tell you
with this lump in my throat
Please dear God
Just just those records
Autor/eingesandt von:
Lynda Valkyrie
