What does life hold for the weak and broken.
How can I push through the pain inside me.
Sometimes the suffering is un-spoken.
The anguish here can be put out in three.
One, people always leave you behind.
You hide and you run from the people you love.
But people always ask what they can do.
I respond please send me to God above.
Two, the closer you get the more you see.
As they come closer they hear the voices.
I tell them to go and just leave me be.
They tell me not to make the wrong choices.
Three, people like to get inside you head.
This is the reason I cant leave my bed.
