I recognized your bad habits
You took my hardaway. Broke me to humble yourself... Opened a door so I could open doors for Others... Kicked them in so I'd follow. When I fell , you Followed your heart and I Found the home of the beast. They tore at me like sometimes it be that way, guilt swelled in my sadness... I was shredded to rubbles and not once Got lost in feelings, pride punished me And when I cried, The Lord shushed my Prayer, I had no supplication.... No hope hoped for and never returned My dreams to you in the Easter basket You refused to fill with the tears I hid for Such occasion ... Look this way and turn aside your bad Habits, heal this thing of ours, comfort me I'm hurt and can't tell you so, wounded, so my words don't work....
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