The Backslider


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Sometimes I don’t understand myself.
My own thoughts seem to be in the dark.
I don’t know who to ask for help,
Or how to know where I missed the mark.

The whole world’s out to make a buck,
But money’s not really my main concern.
I feel I have to change or I’m outta luck,
I don’t know what to do or where to turn.

They say, “You can do anything you put your mind to.”
I’d like to do things, but I don’t want to be greedy.
They ask me, “In your life, what are you gonna do?”
I don’t know, maybe I should help the needy.

I’d like to do that by I wouldn’t know how.
My God, please help me through this time.
The truth is, I’m happy where I’m at now.
Who cares what other think, I’ll be fine.