Waiting in line, I'm soon there. Blind folded eyes, breathing dead air. I can choose death or life. I want my way, don't touch my knife. It's all so clear, yet I can't see. You gave me the map, but I don't believe. I just want to think, and do what I know. Yes, maybe you reap, what you sew.Deep inside, I know its true, Eternal life, ...the only way to see me through. I must shut it out, I'm so stupid! Why? Take Gods gift, or deny... Inside I'm yelling,"Don't give up on me, I gotta break" I don't want too now, pray for my sake.
