THE OLDER I GET

THE OLDER I GET

The older I get the less I care
And the more confused I become
Every time I reach out for help, they pull me under

I should turn and run away, but I never do
Frustration and anger consume me
Hell is calling my name
Heaven is mocking me

Are things moving too fast for you?
That’s too bad because you never asked to slow them down
Life isn’t your twisted game to play
The love of others is not yours to bend and break

The older I get the more I hate
And the less I understand
Every time I cry out for you, you turn your back