Something's got to give
It's going to be me
It's two against one
And they're weakening me
My strength is diminishing
My will is gone
I feel no comfort
It's been too long
I stand alone
In anger and fear
I melt in the shadows
When they come near
They look right through me
I'm nothing to them
It's been like this
Since Summer's end
It's a constant battle
To stay on my feet
But I know in this fight
I'm going to be beat
I'll keep on going
For how long I don't know
I'm losing my grip
I'm going to let go
Like now, it will hurt
But I won't be free
Something's got to give
It's going to be me
I wrote this in church, of all places. That's what happens when someone gives me materials to write with. I'll write no matter where I am. And the first phrase, "Something's got to give," I actually got from my Biology class. Random, huh?
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