I pray to make it out alive
When each day is through.
I found it hard to breathe
When they surround me and look.
Everything I do
Holds no power, no value, no use.
I walk a thin line
When I give my trust to you.
I choke on every word
When I want you to see me through.
Is it too much to ask
The world and moon from you?
I pray to make it out alive
When each day is through.
I lock the doors
When I hear your footsteps on threshold.
Everything I do
I do to keep myself safe from all of you.
pray
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