It’s hard to love yourself somedays.
Too many mistakes are made.
It’s hard to see you in a positive light.
You’re just wound up too tight.
It’s hard to love him after all he’s done.
His voice rackets off inside my head like a drum.
It’s hard to speak good of her and her wicked tongue.
Her never-ending gossip has just begun.
It’s hard to accept us, toxic energy and all.
Invite us over to watch it all fall.
It’s hard to share with them, they don’t understand.
Our cultures are different, there is only so much I can withstand.
He sees it differently.
He doesn’t agree.
Love is a simple decision.
One…Two…Three…
God loves me,
after all I have put Him through.
It's not that hard.
So can you.
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