Treasure Island

Garrett Bradley

(09/06/1993 / Moreno Valley)

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What are these emotions that I am feeling
Pain, grief, agony, sorrow, and despair
It's like nothing in life is appealing
And I go through life without a care
I am tossing and turning while I sleep
It's like nothing can take away my pain
Sometimes I almost want to sit and weep
All this pressure has me crying out in vain
Lord, Lord I'm getting tired of this stress
I hate all this pressure, give me some rest
I'm tired of always feeling depressed
If life was an exam, I failed the test
I cannot carry this yolk by myself
I need you God, Jesus I need your help

Submitted: Sunday, July 12, 2009
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