PTSD

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    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

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    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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