konmasate8

The fear of never falling in love, and the tears after losing the feeling, of what you thought love was. Like the dirt still up under the rug, Bad characteristics covered in Christ’s blood, The joy of new birth and the pain of growing up, the diff between giving my all and giving up, The highs and lows, Paths and roads i chose in the cold i froze, tryin to ease my woes in the world of sin, shoes too fend to stand so to god i send, words of help to win!