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I’m Falling

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My lyrics, my mind the things that are broken I ran out of time, I don’t know why, but I cant just feel alright, there are times when your gonna suffer, there times when you fight against yourself. When you lost and can’t find the wealth, when you holding onto the anchor that drags you down, when you can’t imagine, your creativity is gone, I feel like this all the time I don’t know why, I cant just be fine, I cant just sit there and feel good I, have to suffer and type as fast as I can, chaos running through my mind, God sitting there wondering when I’m, gonna pick myself up and repeat the process, my life just repeats it is infinite and never ending, my pains and sufferings just stay with me will I ever run away. If I just ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran would I ever get away. Will this stupid process just repeat, will I keep letting Satan take advantage of me, will I ever be able to escape this pain. Positive songs, positive music, negative mindset. A good day, happy situation, lack of mindfulness. My mind just endlessly repeats and repeats. The mistakes I make just simply multiply, every time I wanna survive, they fight me and break my life. They hunt me down and make me write, infinite things that I don’t mean to rhyme. But I cant help it its just my mind, the things I say just come but may out my brain lyrically praised, cant escape, the mind and shame, that seeks my insane, spiritual lame. Cant I ever just walk away, or will I get, stuck in place, stuck with my endless rain, that never ends, the storm just bends, my heart and mends, with my soul, the thing that pulls, me infinitely hangs me from a pole. Like the cross God so softly killed his son, I will find him and be the one, he calls when he needs someone, to finally become. There will be love, and infinite help, he takes over my mind and fights the hell, he gets inside me and breaks my shell, his spirit overwhelms me I never even fell. I never even fell…


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I never even fell.

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