the lord moves in mysterious ways
words, an expression of ones heart felt emotion
sinking deep in depression as titanic did the ocean
when she left my heart was frozen and broken
better to have loved and lost, not what i'd have chosen
young free and single yet the world seems daunting
dont want to mingle as her face is still haunting
the paths i have walked and the sights i have seen
the laughs i've heard now drowned by her screems
i plead for help and get only a faint reply
when i realize its my echo i break down and cry
my friends are distant not blessed with empathy
my spirit beat down by the pain relentlessly
i have a choice but down each road is death
so the only choice is how i take my last breath
do i end my grief with these drugs drink and a 9
or find my belif and devote to the lord my time
he didn't help my girl when she was in a situation
turned his back when clearly evil she was facing
so i drink the drink take the pills scream fuck religion
if there is such thing i'l be another sheep missing
i turn the gun pull the trigger and leave this world
to be greated by an angel who... wait thats my girl.
