Verse 1:
i hate it i really do detest it, so much competition and you hardly get contested
such a beautiful smile and you never get to show it, because if beauty was an art baby girl you are a poet
but you don't realise..blind to your own nature, you can't see through all this pain that you try to nurture
you always blocking people out when they get closer, sometimes you wonder if you're eligible to get closure
your insecurities starting to get the best of you, so many tears that they're even leaving residue
bottling it up ain't even helping out too, and ain't nobody trust worthy you can talk to
because you done seen so much betrayal you can't be sure, emotions always up and down like a seesaw
you can't tell if you want to live anymore, seems like the only way out is the back door
Verse 2:
she's hurting LORD Knows she's hurting, flashbacks of her past just keep on recurring
dirty uncle use to touch her in places she would'nt let him, and she still sees him don't if she can forgive him
working through trauma grew up without a father figure, for many years her mother got sicker and sicker
thank GOD that her health started to get stronger, finally she starts to believe in the power of prayer
woke up one morning bathed put on her finest dress, she puts a smile on deep down she still depressed
got a purse in one hand the bible in the other, she's heading straight to church and no demon could stop her
sings along when it was time to worship, her tears flowing but she continues to worship
she left before the pastor even gave he's sermon, a touch from the Holy Spirit all she was yearning...for
