Daydreams and prayers about lottery money and HEB sushi
Sending drunk texts to a girl that’ll probably never love me
Vaping all my anxiety and stress away
Praying God gives me a blessing or the time of day
Mixing dark and light trying to see the light
Demons whisper, my sanity is a constant fight
Asking all these “good people” what would Jesus do
Hoping all the passive aggression comes back around to you
Confessed all my sins and suicidal thoughts
Just to wake up to you acting like you forgot
But you reap what sow so I’ll just sit back and give it God
And watch as He makes it impossible to keep up that facade


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