Please

Please god, If you can just change me My style isn’t working out, rearrange me Do what you have to do to get me to listen Because my demise, so far I have pretty well written I don’t want to give up, but I am pretty damn close I act strong, but truly nobody even knows I am tired of hiding from the misery that I feel Cause nobody can relate or even realize that is the deal Everyone is Einstein in their own eyes Unless they are depressed like me and their mind defies Please god help me, PLEASE if you do exist I wonder if in the end, I will be missed God, If you are there, I am praying on my knees I need your help if you are there, I am begging you please

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