2004-11-05 - 2:22 AM
Every night I wonder
Can I be any more fucked up?
And I always say that’s impossible
But the next day proves me wrong
Where the fuck is God
In my time of need?
He either doesn’t exist
Or just likes to watch me bleed
If the first is true
Then I know what I’m gonna do
And if the latter is the case
Then fuck Him, I’ll throw His grace back in His face
I believed in Him for the longest time
But He helped me less than my own fucking rhymes
Then I turned away, but came crawling back
And STILL He didn’t give me the strength I lack
So it must be true
He doesn’t exist
Everything I live for
Is all just a myth
So the two choices that I had
Are now reduced to only one
The day is coming soon
Cuz I am fucking done
