I Get Sick Sometimes (Jon Bellion's Human - My Version)
So I've been told that I'm not living right. I don't doubt it cause I feel guilty when I go to church. But the pastor says if i'm saved, I'd be fine. I tried that but still can't take this pain off my chest. I can spend a million on many thoughts, but I'm still petrified of going broke. I had someone beautiful in my bed last night, but I'm still paranoid that I'd die alone. My mother calls, I have no time to talk, but I could find the time to screw around so much. She prays daily and I hear her voice, but the echoes in my head are just too loud. I've got no nerve to call the woman I love, I miss her daily but still don't talk. I have a few friends that I still love, but I doubt they'd believe it when they read this post. To those friends I just met, so sorry I messed it up so soon, I've never made it beyond first dates. If I had more balls, I'd tell the ones I love, that they are the reason I wrote this poem...