Paying Dues Not To Be So Blue

Squander my holy potential, I'd spit in my own face if I could. It's not worth going on like this. I swear to god I'd believe in him if I would. Do not put all your worth into someone who finds such extreme pleasure in making you feel truly worthless. The future looks as barren as the present feels. Someone up there made sure to squash the thought that I could get so much as half back to what I would give in. All I know now is that I'd make the trip if I should find a way to let your hands find my skin. Like that time in your grandparent's mansion. The time back when we were kids. It's the middle of the morning at night and I allow myself to sink into the sands of time, and I delve deep. In my desolate and lightless tunnel, god willing I sleep, or finally let this self depreciative martyr parish. Either way I'll soon be ready to wake with rest this nightmarish.