You might think my voice is shaking,
But I think I’m just learning to sing.
You might think I’m employed by fakeness,
But I think I already left that all behind.
You can tell me what I think,
But that just won’t make you right.
You can ice my hockey rink,
But I still don’t have skates.
All I know is I don’t know anything.
Every day I get so crushed I just cannot quit repenting.

Rat a tat tracks,
Rapid panic attacks,
Rat pit poison on sneaky tacks,
Wrack guilt back, clack the slide lock back,
Crappy matter facts stick their toes into traps,
Backtrack this spat, I shoulda started with “Rap.”
Practically impactable, tattle like I’m Batman’s dad,
Prattle at the back gate, standing outside with a bat,
Packing extra layers into everybody’s mat.
Patronizing past defenses might replace what’s next at hand.
Scattered like I think I had my best day in the past.

You might think my voice is shaking,
But I think I’m just learning to sing.
You might think I’m employed by fakeness,
But I think I already left that all behind.
You can tell me what I think,
But that just won’t make you right.
You can ice my hockey rink,
But I still don’t have skates.
All I know is I don’t know anything.
Every day I get so crushed it just feels unrelenting.

I’m not enough,
I’m not enough,
Tell the truth in love,
Then get mad and glum,
I’m not enough,
I’m not enough,
Tell what’s honest and stuff,
Keep myself in Christ.
Maybe I can run,
Maybe I can run.
Fear is like a drum,
Sea beaten cliff high above,
Maybe I can jump,
Maybe I can jump.
Spread my wings and hum,
Soar in the air through pillars of cloud,
If I can fly, I can run.
If I can fly, I can run.
Watch me, Jesus, overcome,
Hold what falls so I don’t doubt.
I can trust in Jesus.
I can trust in Jesus.

You might think my voice is shaking,
But I think I’m just learning to sing.
You might think I’m employed by fakeness,
But I think I already left that all behind.
You can tell me what I think,
But that just won’t make you right.
You can ice my hockey rink,
But I still don’t have skates.
All I know is I don’t know anything.
Every day I get so crushed I just cannot quit repenting.

We get our butts kicked day after day.
Somebody come help, but I think we’ll be okay.
We stand as strong as we can pray,
But falling down stays yesterday.
Did I trip? I can’t play hate,
Interrupt and save my day.
I’m okay, I’ll be okay,
Tomorrow can’t be yesterday.
I’m okay, I’ll be okay,
Today is not the same as yesterday.
I’m okay.
I’m okay.

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