The Point


How am I supposed to use this gift to serve God
After everything I’ve done how is He supposed to spare the rod
Seeing through all your facades while maintaining the biggest
I used to think I would be great despite chances being the thinnest
Now I don’t know if I’m even worth the conversation or mention
Now I’m just another victim of a broken heart and bad decisions
I mean nowadays I can’t even write without a bottle of wine
Will I ever be someone, will happiness ever be mine
The furthest thing from fine but what if I deserve it
What if we’re all being honest and I’m furthest thing from worth it


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