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Lord this is my last trip please forgive me for my sins
The sins of which I hold in my den
That has already grabbed me up by my chin
As if it was a sharks’ fin.
I’d rather die before I fake it
I just don’t seem to fit in
Fit in this lie perceived by the world
This embodiment that I always seem to twirl
Twirl like a twister and I am at the end of its curl
He always told me
Play your cards right you have jokers in your deck
But I always seemed to jet
Even when I get lost in the outlet
I flew like an Eagle with wings of a humming bird
And then I found my flirt.
I was in love yes indeed
I even tried to lead
Lead because we had the potential to be monumental
But his love was lethal
He always says I have you but you can’t have me
but he seems to want me to lead our endless breed
we had haters
The kind that even when you show em’ love they always want to hate you
The kind that raised hell just because they were living hell
But every time I fell
Mama would say “Baby you’re a winner not a quitter”
But I was tired of crying I just wanted her to tell me one more lie
To suppress the need of my feelings because I just wanted to die
