I tried to be good,
But this isn't fair, because goodness never got me anywhere.
Now that I've been bad, now I got to worry even more,
Even though, worry never stops anyways.
Oh what can I say ... Lord Forgive me of my sins, But more than that help to understand.
I feel like I need to die, just to have relief.
You see, why can't I just go heaven?
Authors Notes:Another poetic endeavor based on the fact I'm struggling.
- G2G, Sunday January 31st, 2010