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PTSD letra


I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday

And I'm
Not looking back
But I'm not looking forward to anything in my life
'Cause it never liked me
I can't sleep
'Cause I don't know what's inside me
The devil's demons haunt and do divide me
And I think I'm over it
So I won’t stop walking
If I told you the story bet you wouldn't believe
Not sure I should feel a sigh of relief
He got them but he didn't get me
But for some Odd reason I don’t feel free

So now what
This pain is too much
The Screams of the people
Make music in my head
And to listen's too tough
So I must

Wipe my mind of everything
I saw in that church
Suppress all these feelings
Even though that they hurt
I don’t understand how You could let this happen
God I wanna know
Why You would even let that man on earth
I believe that this life is by You
And whatever You choose is the best
I believe in the choices You make
Even though they may hurt and effect
I'm just human I don't understand You
I know You are very complex
What should I go do next
My thoughts cannot conect
My PTSD shakes me and leaves depressed

In the back of my mind
There's a place that I know full of sorrow
When I think of those times
My anxiety fills what is hollow
I don't know when it'll go away
But I hope it'll go away
I just pray I feel better
When I sleep and wake up tomorrow

Left foot right foot keep walking
Left foot right foot keep walking
Don't look back your past is haunting
Demons creeping always stalking
In that church I got down crawling
Couldn't not stop my eyes from balling
Children screaming, bodies falling
Keeps on shooting bullets hawking
Someone help us please just stop him
Why's he laughing he's been plotting
Says get up I hear death calling
I stood up and started walking
We locked eyes and he was smiling
Shot himself I saw him dying

Adrenaline was in my system
I couldn't stop I had to go
But I just knew that if I made it
I'd get out and praise to the lord

Now I'm walking on this Sunday
And I just hope I make it home

I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday

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