LYRIC FOR SALE

By Craig Delta

I don't understand people who get a thrill from upsetting others
They are controlling psychotic sociopaths; to hell with them
Let's just do the maths, they have no conscience
Drama is their 2nd language
Emotional damage

But still, I rise and I keep moving forward
Even when I fall, it is in a forward motion
If my life came to a point when I lost all my might
I'd travel south to the coast
Hire a canoe and fall through, down to the ocean floor below
I am pretty mellow these days. I am pleased with God's grace
It feels like I'm in hell, a majority of the time
But I'm not ready to become an anchor yet
I have many regrets
Can't change the past
Time has slowed its pace, not at all fast

I don't understand people who get a thrill from upsetting others
They are controlling psychotic sociopaths; to hell with them
Let's just do the maths, they have no conscience
Drama is their 2nd language
Emotional damage

Public and exposure therapy is demanding on me
I turn on my autopilot, now easy to do
There are still. voices, I realise that they will never go away
So I just pray for forgiveness and strength to endure this shattered world