Princess487
Member
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2005
- Messages
- 278
Where are you Lord? My soul is crying out to you.
I am so lost, I do not know what to do.
It’s so hard for me to live.
Many times wondering what I have to give.
I lend out my hand. I try to help others.
Some don’t accept it, for others it bothers.
What do I do? I am so confused.
I lend them my friendship but they just refuse.
I try to help people. I try to be nice.
But all people give me is despise.
I try my hardest I really do
To be honest and to serve you.
Going back to Samantha, all the things she said.
And looking back at the things I did.
Some I regret, others don’t understand.
I’m so confused, I just need a hand.
I worry too much; I know it’s not good.
I just wonder how many others before me have stood.
I have a tough life. That I do get.
I know there’s a mission, but I sometimes forget.
There’s a reason for everything. That I do know.
But there are some things I just can’t let go.
I know it’s hard but I don’t make it easy.
But lately, for some reason my stomach’s been queasy.
I don’t know what’s wrong, but I feel really sick.
I want to go barf and get it out quick.
But that will not help, it won’t go away.
Why am I tormented? Why does it stay?
I want to let go, but for some reason I don’t.
Something inside me don’t let me, I won’t.
I don’t know what’s wrong. Will someone please help?
All I can do is ask for some help.
-Tanya Maksimov-
I am so lost, I do not know what to do.
It’s so hard for me to live.
Many times wondering what I have to give.
I lend out my hand. I try to help others.
Some don’t accept it, for others it bothers.
What do I do? I am so confused.
I lend them my friendship but they just refuse.
I try to help people. I try to be nice.
But all people give me is despise.
I try my hardest I really do
To be honest and to serve you.
Going back to Samantha, all the things she said.
And looking back at the things I did.
Some I regret, others don’t understand.
I’m so confused, I just need a hand.
I worry too much; I know it’s not good.
I just wonder how many others before me have stood.
I have a tough life. That I do get.
I know there’s a mission, but I sometimes forget.
There’s a reason for everything. That I do know.
But there are some things I just can’t let go.
I know it’s hard but I don’t make it easy.
But lately, for some reason my stomach’s been queasy.
I don’t know what’s wrong, but I feel really sick.
I want to go barf and get it out quick.
But that will not help, it won’t go away.
Why am I tormented? Why does it stay?
I want to let go, but for some reason I don’t.
Something inside me don’t let me, I won’t.
I don’t know what’s wrong. Will someone please help?
All I can do is ask for some help.
-Tanya Maksimov-