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I Still Live
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Life As much as I f*** up,
I still have respect for myself to live.
Even when my life gets tough,
I still find the strength to give.
Shit happens,
that's something I have to except.
In time I can build my trust back...
God's trust for me I've kept!
Years later will all be forgotten.
Do I want this though?
My childhood spirit might go rotten!
Although I feel so little inside,
so curious about this shaky ride.
I wish someone would just tell me the truth.
Why do they lie?
I can't give my trust,
there's nothing I can prove.
I can do the best I can until I'm gone...
Nothing more to do,
but to wait for my mysterious future,
to come undone.
