Control

Control
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My world’s falling. I am too

The ground’s shaking. I’m going down

The world I’ve left behind

Is controlling my mind.

I’m giving shame and guilt too much time

I’m trading peace for what my minds telling me

It’s time to let God control me

Why control what’s not mine to control

It’s time to let go

Time to let go of being ashamed of who I am

Time to let go of the guilt I put on Myself

It’s time to let you go

”Control”





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