The words of a prayer pass over my lips whispered to a god who might not even exist. I'm rundown, I'm clueless, despondent a mess - can you please just take over my life for a bit. Or take it away, take me off this earth, I've prayed it all before but nothing has worked.
We tell ourselves there's a big man above looking down on us all his eyes filled with love. No one wants to feel small or alone but we're insignificant compared to the infinite unknown. Days come, years go the earth keeps on spinning we're going to keep suffering, going to keep sinning.
My problems are petty, mostly caused by losing control of my heart, I've let down my guard. I quit asking for help a while ago like a homeless man who doesn't beg anymore he just watches people go. He asked for years without reply now sitting alone no pleas not a cry. Random people take pity on him but it's as unexpected as if Metallica released and album of hymns.
Working hard, I'm hoping for the best - but every blue moon I'll pray cause I'm goddamned depressed. Blue like the blood in my veins needing air, I struggle to succeed someone help me out there. It's probably useless green house gas but it helps when I feel knocked down on my ass. The words of a prayer pass over my lips - whispered to a god who might not even exist.......help.