Sometimes my grief and suffering will still push me over the edge
And I will do something bizarre like cry and plead and beg
But I suppose that God is used to harassment
On days when I can not utter a sentence that is complete
The only comfort I can find are the dreams that come with sleep
But I suppose that angels offer serenity
Take me from this nightmare
Is my constant agonizing prayer
Lift my broken spirit
If You really do care like You say You do
Like You say You do
This work in progress is weak and full of misunderstandings
I have so much to offer, like peace and new beginnings
But I suppose this world will not stop turning
Today I got up from my bed, ready to finally face a day
The sunlight blinded my eyes and I retreated once again
But I suppose there always is tomorrow
Take me from this nightmare
Is my constant agonizing prayer
Lift my broken spirit
If You really do care like You say You do
Like You say You do
Take me from this nightmare
Take me from this nightmare
Yeah
written during a deep depression, obviously
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