I'm the kind of person who will say
As my head rolls down the corridor,
'Yeah, I am doing pretty okay, '
While I watch my body hit the floor.
My head finally stops at a door
And faces heaven's silver line.
I beg for help from my Savior
No longer pretending I'm fine.
I can't bear this burden of mine,
Wondering if I pray in vain
As I beg my God for a sign.
But for now I endure the pain
While I watch her wicked smiles
As her words kicks me many miles.
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