I often wonder, am I weak or is this strength? When does fighting become weakness?How many tears must pour out of my eyes before I walk away?
I've been down this path a million times & I wonder. .. why?
As I fight alone, as I bleed below the fading stars, as I fall apart, as the blazing sun scars my eye, I wonder. Am I being the fool? Isn't it time I just. . ..quit? The truth is, I'm tired. I'm weary of looking over my shoulder. I am tired of sleepless nights wondering over words spilling from lying lips. I'm tired of looking in the mirror & realizing there comes a point in ones life when it's their fault. Their fault for staying. For running into the same walls time & time again.
Maybe I really do need admit defeat. To walk away while there is still breath in my lungs & blood in my veins.
I'm stuck in this hurricane & I feel helpless to ever leave it's winds. I am tired of being battered. I'm tired. So tired
I run like the Ocean to find Your shore. . .I'm looking for You" Switchfoot
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