Everything is so messed up. I don't even know what the hell I'm doing anymore. I don't understand how I got here. I'm so frustrated with life and God and men and who I am. I HATE THIS.
"I'm lying in my bed all alone
Called you once again, no one is home
It's raining outside on Saturday night
Turning out the light, again I try
My friends say I'm too good, too good for you
And maybe that is true; well, I don't care
What do they all know? They got it all wrong
This is so unfair, they're playing our song
Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain and harder to climb
Something is going on, what is wrong?
I want you to be here, why won't you come
And spend some time with me? Can't you see?
Have we come undone? Is this the end of our song?
Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain and harder to climb
How do I deal with how I feel?
How to reveal, what is real love?
Another day fades away, and so I say
Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by
I'm waiting in line
Nobody gets too much love anymore
It's as high as a mountain and harder to climb.."
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