Feelind akward
And alone
A bit sad too
I try to fix
My akward body
Seems there is nothing
I can do
Just try to make it through
Another lonely
Miserably day
I'm tired of all
This suffering
And no
It's not okay
Don't want your sympathy
Or your prayers
Don't need a pat
On the back
Or anyone to say
"There there"
Is it the Father's will
For me to suffer so?
I look forward to heaven
To that place I hope
To go
Growing tired of the world
And the emptiness it brings
Praying to Jesus
As the birds sing
I just wanted to be normal
Wanted to feel
"Fine"
But I suffer everyday
Just to pass the time
Tall, lanky, and akward
And ugly too
This is the way
I was created
Nothing I can do
The gorgeous lady
Looked happy
With her stong and powerful
Black man
I live my life alone
Doing the best I can
Hey Jesus,
Way up in the sky up there
I'm tired of this suffering
I doubt you
Bleepin' Care
So I struggle and fight
To make it through
Another akward day
This is the poem
Of someone who cannot
Find happiness
And no it's not okay
Why couldn't I have been happy
A normal body
Or someone else
Feeling like this
Is bad for my health
So, who cares
Or whatever
I'll be fine
Just pass the bottle over
And let me sip that wine
Feeling akward
In this body
It's depressing too
Tried to change it
Nothing I can do
When other men have fun
And get to date
I'll sit alone by myself
Eating dates
And alone
A bit sad too
I try to fix
My akward body
Seems there is nothing
I can do
Just try to make it through
Another lonely
Miserably day
I'm tired of all
This suffering
And no
It's not okay
Don't want your sympathy
Or your prayers
Don't need a pat
On the back
Or anyone to say
"There there"
Is it the Father's will
For me to suffer so?
I look forward to heaven
To that place I hope
To go
Growing tired of the world
And the emptiness it brings
Praying to Jesus
As the birds sing
I just wanted to be normal
Wanted to feel
"Fine"
But I suffer everyday
Just to pass the time
Tall, lanky, and akward
And ugly too
This is the way
I was created
Nothing I can do
The gorgeous lady
Looked happy
With her stong and powerful
Black man
I live my life alone
Doing the best I can
Hey Jesus,
Way up in the sky up there
I'm tired of this suffering
I doubt you
Bleepin' Care
So I struggle and fight
To make it through
Another akward day
This is the poem
Of someone who cannot
Find happiness
And no it's not okay
Why couldn't I have been happy
A normal body
Or someone else
Feeling like this
Is bad for my health
So, who cares
Or whatever
I'll be fine
Just pass the bottle over
And let me sip that wine
Feeling akward
In this body
It's depressing too
Tried to change it
Nothing I can do
When other men have fun
And get to date
I'll sit alone by myself
Eating dates