Not telling the turth...
Sometimes I feel like I'm at the edge of a cliff,
Looking down at the crashing surf
With nowhere to go but down.
I used to have these fun deams when I was so free.
But now,as I fly,I'm afraid.
There are telephone lines and elecrical wires ,how painful it would be on run into one.
I wonder if I'll ever be free again.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------I keep telling myself that one day I'm gonna wake up and it is gonna be different,but it's not.
Now,nothing I do seems to make a difference.
I try to act like them but it feels impossible.
It's an awful feeling to believe you can be headed straight for the fires of hell.
Even worse is everyone trlling you how simple the solution is.
They don't konw what is is to be in my shoes.
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Sometimes I hurt so bad,and I'm scared and I'm alone.
I'm slowly sinking in a vast lake of quick sand.
A bottomless pool.I wish I could crewl under a rock and sleep forever.
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No one understands me.
No one in this house can accept my side of the story.
I can feel god's eyes looking down on me with pity.
I can't never let anyone find out I'm not straigt.
It would be so humiliating.
My friends would hate me,and my family.
I've overhear them.Thet've said that they hate this way.Even gad hates this.
My timid nature would never allow a fuledged thunderstorm to occour.
It really scares me when they talk that way,because now they are talking about me.
I don't wanna choose sin.I don't!
I'm so mad and frustrated god.
I seem to be at the end of the road.
Why do you remain silent?                       
        Maybe,I've choosen sin over righteousness.