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Over This.

Let’s just say, that I am over this
I am done with it, and moving on.

So let’s pretend, that it was perfect.
That it was worth it, and all is good.

But it’s hard times, to make it seem alright.

Just don’t give up
Cause we’re not done
See the world has taken hold
and it’s trying to pull you from me, from me.

So let’s pretend that I deserved it.
I worked and earned it, would that be wrong?
Now moving on, never regret it
Please don’t expect it
‘Cause we’re on our own.

But it’s hard times, to make it seem alright.

Just don’t give up
Cause we’re not done
See the world has taken hold
and it’s trying to pull you from me, from me.
So don’t let go
Keep holding on
See life is full of tolls
And we just keep paying for it

See we need to think that our hearts beat louder than shotguns singing
We need to feel that our minds work harder than factory wheels
And we need to know that we’re worth much more than a credit score
Yeah we need to know, yeah we need to know

See we need to think that our hearts beat louder than shotguns singing
We need to feel that our minds work harder than factory wheels
And we need to know that we’re worth much more than a credit score
Yeah we need to know, yeah we need to know

Ace Enders and A Million Different People- Over This

I’m sick. I feel terrible, horrible, irritable, breathless, hopeless, hopeful…. I can really go on. But I’m too lethargic to care about the world.

I sometimes feel that I am at fault for the situations that I get myself into. Sometimes when I’m supposed to ignore something, I be a busy body (And most of the time, try to be a hero) and see what’s going on. And most of the time, I see the things I don’t want to see, hear the things that I don’t want to hear and say things I don’t want to say.

And in this place that I often find myself in, it’s not a pretty place. It’s not a happy place either. At times I feel like I deserve more than this. I’m no angel to deserve all the good things in life all the time. But I deserve more than this. But in all this commotion, I seek refuge in God. Because I trust Him. I know He’ll bless me with the best. I know all of these unspoken words inside will be worth it. I know that one day I’ll be able to empty this jar of unsaid things and unspoken words.

One day.

But the day is not Today.

 

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