sometimes i feel like its just too much
i know we have to be broken to ever be whole
and i know that all the terrible things that happen are only meant to make us stronger
but why is it so hard to remember the good and so easy to see the bad
why do i feel like throwing in the towel sometimes
i dont know if i'm doing this its Him or you
i know i'm meant for greatness but dont i need some things too?
why cant i focus like i used to
sometimes the spirit is willing but the flesh is so damn weak
why do i mourn what hasnt yet passed and let it keep me in this destitute place?
why cant my strength be let out why cant he lead me now
algunos necesito te ver o tu voz
yo se debio mas fuerte pero algo tocando que fuerza
se le tu?
no por que deces que qiero oir, haces lo claro
siento trieste a veces y feliz otras
es bastante a sentir mi loca
atascarse, no se que debio
siempre miedo que piensas o haces
no es justo pero entendo
yo siempre entendo pero ahora necesito ayuda
escribio esperanzadamente sera ayuda
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