You rock the boat

and I have a lump

in my throat for I

am becoming choked up.

I don't understand how

I can feel this so unhappy

if I am suppose to be

on top of the world.

Tears are starting to

build up inside of me

and I can't rebuild this

broken dam of mine.

The river runs through

me and I can't hide my

frown behind my smile.

I am dying to breathe,

I am dying to be loved.

I am holding out for a

miracle. I am holding

out for a hero, Jesus

who can deliver me from

my enemies so I can make

some new happy memories.

The day I cried was the day

I tried to let my guard down

for once in order to let the

real me to have a chance

to breathe.