Is it ever over .

Im not perfect, under all that mud and dark blue skys i've told many lies .

i peek under sheets still cover my identity .

i don't mean to hurt thous around me but i need to help myself if you will .

no one stood for me , only mostly against me .

why do i fear most enemies when angels Gard my way .

sometimes i mute from what can save me and i run to what can kill me but im confused with whats real love .

sometimes i can know what i want but not go for it .

cuz fear peeks rite above what i sleep under .