Save me from myself
I'm drowning in my own thoughts
Somehow fear is keeping me at peace
with PINK butterflies filling my existence
I'm used to doing things my way
not realizing that I was doing it all wrong
The moment I let go
you came into my world
Raising the bar
your hands cover my heart
Save me from myself
sometimes I am my worst enemy
Never satisfied with the outcomes
perfection moistens my lips and tickles my soul
No one knows what lies beneath my surface
You see beauty
I see doubting or waiting on the worst to happen
Time proves me wrong again
Prayers to survive in this world
Become empty conversations with my Maker
Vows to be broken at the glimpse of the adversary
I'm drowning in my sins
Save me from myself
Who am I to the enemy?
I sleep on his canvas and he paints whatever picture he desires
Who am I to my Maker?
I was predestined for greatness
before He blew his breath into the Earth
He has calculated my steps
He Knows that I'm not perfect
So why is it so hard to claim my victory
Before death there's life
In my mind, the latter is not promised but death is
So I roam the fields of life and will tip toe
To the Promise Land and constantly pray that my Maker
See fit to save me from myself
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