I've come to terms - verified the facts. Head's out of the clouds, I'm so over that.
Thrown up my hands because it's all I can do. I've wracked my brain - psychoanalyzed. Just trying to sift through the lies. Thrown up my hands because it's all I can do. Easily distracted I just side-tracked it, and now I'm lost again. Hanging onto my pride, I'm backing the wrong side, working my way back. And I know, letting go has never felt so scary but I know, that my life is in Your hands. I try and fight it, tell you that it's my life and that I'll live it for me, myself and I the best way I see right. But if I'm being honest, I couldn't be more lost with myself at the helm of this sinking ship. My pride an anchor around my neck.
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