I have trust issues
I have a problem with opening up
People don’t always understand me
Comprehend how I can so easily let them go
But it’s only cause I never held on in the first place
My emotions are like a swinging vine in the middle of the jungle
swinging back and forth
and back and forth
Like a never-ending roller coaster and
the only one screaming is me
I scream for someone to hear me
For someone to pull the Emergency Stop
But the only voices I hear are the ones echoing
back from where they came from
But I can’t forget the ones in my head
The ones that tell me I’d be better off dead
that I have no purpose so it’d be better if I left
Yet in the midst of my self-destruct
There’s one voice that sounds like the mere whisper of the wind
A still, small voice that speaks in a place where none has every entered before
telling me I am loved
I need no human satisfaction
Or worldly pleasures for they are all forsaken
For on that cross of Calvary
on Golgotha’s tree
He set me free