God Please Listen
God must hate me or just doesn't care.
I hurt so much that it isn't fare.
God please make the pain go away,
before I breakdown and my life begin to frey.
I guess it's your plan or my fate.
I play with peoples minds out of my hate.
I can't change the past I must be being shund.
It was wrong the things that I have done.
I speak to no one because I lie,
to hide my past instead of cry.
God do you hear me or am I speaking to the wind.
I just want to know because my faith is running very thin.
I hurt so much that it isn't fare.
God please make the pain go away,
before I breakdown and my life begin to frey.
I guess it's your plan or my fate.
I play with peoples minds out of my hate.
I can't change the past I must be being shund.
It was wrong the things that I have done.
I speak to no one because I lie,
to hide my past instead of cry.
God do you hear me or am I speaking to the wind.
I just want to know because my faith is running very thin.
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