I thought love would be easy,
but then livin’s been hard.
So I find myself prayin’,
but my faith has been scarred.
So I whimper on late nights,
at home by myself.
Cause I’m startin’ to hate life.
Hopin’ angels might help.
But of God I’ve been leary.
Weary in between dreams.
Just hopin’ my spirit,
won’t burst at the seams.
Cause my ego’s been busted,
and my karma’s worn thin.
Worn out by the false trust,
of a life filled with sin.
I’ve had lust more than lovers.
Crushes in between flings.
Tryin’ to find myself in others,
cause my weary heart stings.
I wish my heart would grow wings.