14 Aug 2016by admin
All the wrong reasons.
I write these songs for all the wrong reasons.
I sing these songs to all the wrong people
I do these things for appreciation,
but thats not what you made me for.
My lips were made to praise you,
My hands were made to do good things.
My feet were made to get me there.
Instead I’ve been running away.
– off with no direction; don’t know where I’m goin’.