My question to God is 'Why do you exist?'
'Why are you real?'
'What do you fix?'
You have no real meaning - you do no real good, and all of your 'teachings' are misunderstood.
I would ask God why there is no real meaning,
No lesson to learn while inside I am screaming,
For someone to love me, for someone to care,
I have so much to give and yet nothing to share.
I spend all my time wanting mental completeness,
Striving for sanity hidden in bleakness
but there is no real meaning, no secret to tell,
The truth that I face is that I am in hell.
'Why are you real?'
'What do you fix?'
You have no real meaning - you do no real good, and all of your 'teachings' are misunderstood.
I would ask God why there is no real meaning,
No lesson to learn while inside I am screaming,
For someone to love me, for someone to care,
I have so much to give and yet nothing to share.
I spend all my time wanting mental completeness,
Striving for sanity hidden in bleakness
but there is no real meaning, no secret to tell,
The truth that I face is that I am in hell.
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