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Talking to Walls
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Clayton Jennings
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Three albums into this thing, and I'm running out of words to say Two decades of following Jesus, and I'm running out of words to pray Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a whirlwind of past mistakes I don't look back because it's my past I hate But you can't travel backwards to yesterday And the more I tried to, the less I'd pray I guess it's hard to talk to God when you're ashamed So here we are 2 million followers later And I'm with this same pen and this pad of paper Just trying to share something that will inspire the masses But how to manage this popularity wasn't taught in my classes Most of the time I feel like I'm in over my head As a kid, there was a picture of James Dean hung over my bed He was a rebel, and I'm just a lost cause I sit alone in my room ignoring texts and blocked calls I keep my head low as I pass people in halls I never expected to be somebody when I was a kid I never expected to need somebody to know how to live I've always been the type to do things myself, but lately I've been picking up that Bible a lot more off my shelf And this schedule I keep is affecting my health Irregular heartbeat and anxiety that just won't quit Sometimes, I just want to walk away from all of this I never asked for this, I was just called to it But I can't seem to get God to pick up on speed dial, seems like He's been ignoring my calls for a while And maybe I deserve it because I didn't always pick up for Him I can't go to church anymore because people ask for pics in every service I'm in They think I'm spiritual, but inside I'm just nervous and tense I can't get used to this popularity Now more than ever this pedestal is scary An angel on one shoulder and the Devil on the other just daring me To yank the skeletons out of my closet and put them on display I feel like I'm talking to the wall whenever I pray If they knew who I was they wouldn't ask me for pics Thirty years old, still looking to the world for that fix But if Jesus is enough I shouldn't feel like this Still hurting from the past I can't heal like this This poem isn't for you, this poem is for me Someday I hope to be left alone someday when I'm free And I hope someday all this will have been worth it Imagine being eighty only to look back on your past and curse it Let me write this clearly I don't need to write it in cursive To tell you that even though you think highly of me I think that I'm worthless And nothing you do or say is gonna change that There's a beast inside of me and I can't tame that And that monster keeps reminding me of everything about me I hate Maybe God's grace found me just a little too late Because I wasted a lot of years breaking a lot of hearts I turn off the replay of those days every time that it starts This is me now and this is what it feels like to be empty There isn't a day that goes by that the Devil doesn't tempt me I just have to remind myself of the God who sent me When I keep my eyes on Him, I can breathe again 2 million fans, but still in need of a friend Welcome, to the world I'm in
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