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Bluelighter
Do you cut for the pain, or the sight of the blood?
Are you sick of being pushed down in the mud?
Does sex rule your life? Is it your escape?
Are your thoughts the kind that only know how to rape?
Have you been dealt a bad hand? Is death on your side?
Does anyone know how many hours you've cried?
Do you hate it when people just can't understand?
Are you wishing that someone would just hold your hand?
Are the scars on your arm your only "claim to fame"?
Do you feel like the words people say are the same?
Do you voice your opinion, just to be shot down?
Do you still feel self-conscious when no one's around?
Does everyone tell you it'll all be all right?
Does it seem utterly pointless to keep up the fight?
Do all of these things make you question your faith?
If they do, I don't blame you, cause I can relate.
I don't think god is as real as they say.
In fact, I believe less with each passing day.
How could a god let us feel like shit?
Are there too many of us? Can he not deal with it?
If he can't, why does he keep us alive?
What is the point? What is his drive?
So the next time you pray things will be better soon,
know he might not be there, it might just be the moon.
Are you sick of being pushed down in the mud?
Does sex rule your life? Is it your escape?
Are your thoughts the kind that only know how to rape?
Have you been dealt a bad hand? Is death on your side?
Does anyone know how many hours you've cried?
Do you hate it when people just can't understand?
Are you wishing that someone would just hold your hand?
Are the scars on your arm your only "claim to fame"?
Do you feel like the words people say are the same?
Do you voice your opinion, just to be shot down?
Do you still feel self-conscious when no one's around?
Does everyone tell you it'll all be all right?
Does it seem utterly pointless to keep up the fight?
Do all of these things make you question your faith?
If they do, I don't blame you, cause I can relate.
I don't think god is as real as they say.
In fact, I believe less with each passing day.
How could a god let us feel like shit?
Are there too many of us? Can he not deal with it?
If he can't, why does he keep us alive?
What is the point? What is his drive?
So the next time you pray things will be better soon,
know he might not be there, it might just be the moon.
