Beatitudes

Don't know what to say, don't know how to pray

I differed my hope, all I do is cope

I don't got the words, sum up all the hurt

I just wanna cry, wanna be alright

Can't be weak, can't break free

On my knees

Most days, my face on the floor

Heart can't break any more from the pain of the divorce

Oh, my God, what's this for? All those treasures you stored

Hope and a purpose for me, but it feels like you left

Alone in the fight while you hide

Nail in the coffin at the funeral for uncle's suicide

Oh, my God, are you scared of these thoughts that I share?

I feel so underprepared for the hell that's been staring me down

I'm a clown walking through life

With my head down, I was so light

On cloud nine, felt so high

Now, now, I'm just paralyzed

I used to write songs that people played at their weddings

Now I write songs that are lame and depressing

What is this for?

Is it a test? 'Cause I'll fail more and more

I suck, fresh out of fucks

Where are you, my Lord?

I'm an idiot, read the scripture

Another medium, see it different

Blessed are the meek and those who thirst

Blessed are the poor and the hearts that hurt

Blessed are the ones in bed, can't get out their head

On their knees upset 'cause they can't catch a break

Don't know how to pray

Down at rock bottom living in a pig sty almost every night

Might wanna die, nothing left to cry

Just trying to survive, that was me terrified

I see now that life had to prove

Like roses are red and violets blue

I don't know what I would do without you