it's just like last time
i try to deal with it; try confronting...but that just brings down a storm of blades...
so i take shelter, but in doing so, lies start...and no one believes the truth anymore
i know i shouldn't care what anyone thinks of me.
but when it happens again...when there's more loss again... again and again
it's obviously me that's the problem
doesn't matter what I think, what I meant, what I said, what I feel
only what they think, say, feel... people believe them
i'm invisible again... a much bigger cave
may as well stay "invisible" and save people the trouble of throwing the blades at me again. i've been stabbed enough...i'm bleeding to death
tell me, Lord... in the end, is it the one who cries out the loudest that gets saved? because that's what this life is teaching me371d36d75e05eda735858f8e467be99c