Oh God, Dear God
Help me, help me
Cause I'm so flawed, so flawed
I've dealt me a whole lot
Of stress from some bad decisions
A whole lot more from my ambition

I strategize and attack the prize
I fantasize then I grab my life
I make plans but I've never known
I've never known what to do
Epiphanies, passion, and planning but never had a clue
Plus she said she needed something new

Words that cut me deep
She didn't see my awkward faces
But it brought me to my knees
Really needed conversation
Best believe my heart was racing
Then retreated, sinking into
Depths of grief and condemnation

Never Peach, I always treat them
Like they need a lot of saving
When they always rescue me