each time i'm late
or forget the true race
i know the needed strength
can pour down from above
but sometimes i want to quit.
i look around at all that they do
and remember how little i've done
overwhelmed with how thin i'm spread
feeling out of place where i should belong
and sometimes i want to quit.
forget the stress and find the fun
a place to blend and not stand out
to run away and leave it all
to run so fast i miss the fall (crash)
yes, sometimes I want to quit.
* but then i remember
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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