The end is getting near
My stomach's feeling queer
I'm forgotten, lonely, all alone
Please God take me, take me home!
I want to die, I want to leave
But in You Lord, I believe.
My life's a waste, you've no idea
A job, a car, a sweet degree
These things don't mean much to me
I live for Him, and Him alone
Even though that's the way I'm left.
Self pity is evil I know that already
I'm trying to work through it, I guess im just not ready
I've thrown it to God, I'm waiting for Him
To make His move, I'm out on a limb..
Waiting, waiting, how do I continue?
Like my programmer nature, where's the progress bar?
Lord, it's in your hands, it's up to you!
Do I really have that far?
Always feeling beat down, trampled, lost
He says I've won, I just have to claim it
What a frightful cost
Not enough strength to go through it.