As my knees gave out on the cold hard gravel
tears streaming down my face.
I pray to God, asking for his love and grace
Nothing ever turn’s out right, I say
Nothing good ever comes my way
I cry
But no one seems to catch my tears
I fall
but it just repeats itself over the years
I'm giving up, gotta stop crying
It's not like I'm dying. Just not trying -
anymore
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