His love

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My mind is a racing storm
My life sharp and destructive like a thorn
Everything whips around me and is destroyed
Everyone leaves and leaves a void
My trust was shattered
Myself? broken and battered
I had no solid ground
No place to stand
Everything would drag me down like quick sand
My mind is a dark disturbing place
My thoughts and feelings are a disgrace
I feel like I'm a waste of space
I breath in and out but at what cost
All they're saving is a girl broken and lost
Through all my pain and darkness
I see this light
I see this light and think maybe I should fight
I'm locked up and bound inside my mind
Choked silent like a mime
I can't scream for help I'm trapped in my own personal hell
Day by day I break my chains
Day by day it begins to fade
Slowly I begin to trade my pain for love
It sets me free like a dove
He doesn't seem to understand he really did save me
He saved me from myself
He saved me from my own hell
What he's done for me I can't begin to tell
My chains are broken yet so am I
I am wounded but still I fly
The thing I'm on is not a drug
The thing I'm on is his love

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