If it seems like I'm pushing you away, it's not personal.
It's me, not you.
I can't bear to have you see me this way and what I'm going through.
It's me, not you.
Cause it hurts so much to know that I
don't have strength to push back.
Every time I close my eyes I feel
tears coming back
It's not your fight
But you want to fight
I can' let you in on my life.
You clench your fists
and say, "We will get through this"
But I can't see why you try
To help me gain my life.
I get caught with the gun im my hands.
This sin I'm going through
Is me, not you.
The stain of blood still covers me,
what do I do?
Forgive me, I've lost you.
The pain that you go on through
Is what hurts me most.
You cover your face from my disgrace,
You accept my blows.
It's not your fight
But you want to fight
I can' let you in on my life.
You clench your fists
and say, "We will get through this"
But I can't see why you try
To help me gain my life.
Your release your fists
and in times like this,
I see the holes in your hands.
My blood is in your hands.
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Right now I am going through a rough time in my life. I am falling back into things I thought I was over, and instead of running to God, I am finding it easier to run from Him. I know he wants to help, but I find it hard to go to Him for his help. I consider it my battle and no one elses. This song is a rough draft on what I go through.
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