Sometimes I ask myself why do I play this game?
I can claim it is all in his name,
I can sing Worship and pretend I am receiving a gift.
Sometimes I ask myself what will happen if I lose this game?
I can believe that I will only lose only what I bet,
I know that I am building a far greater debt.
Sometimes I ask myself is it possible to win this game?
What I do know that making a stand and knowing that loss is inevitable is a far better option than not standing at all.
As decreed by the Lord those who risk all will receive everything. But those who risk nothing will end up with less than they started with.
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She fills my bed with gasoline
You think I woulda noticed
Her mind's made up, the love is gone
I think someone's trying to show us a sign
That even if we thought it would last
The moment would pass
My bones will break and my heart will give
Oh it hurts to live
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over
It hurts to breathe
Well every time that you're not next to me
Her mind's made up, the girl is gone
And now I'm forced to see
I think I'm on my way
Oh, it hurts to live today
Oh and she says, "Don't you wish you were dead like me?"
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over
I wanted more than this
I needed more than this
I deserve more than this
But it just won't stop
It just won't go away
I needed more than this
I wanted more than this
I asked for more than this
But it just won't stop
It just won't go away
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left it all behind
And I remember the day you told me it's over
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
Yeah, I remember the day you told me it's over
yey
please write another blog
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