I hated Sunday morning
Getting dressed up to be my best
Driving to church in silence
Waiting to hear what's next
Promises with catches to them
Making me feel inadequate
I would promise myself
That one day I would have a hit
All I asked for was someone for me that gave a shit
But all I got was a "god" that made me feel lonely instead
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Hope found itself dead
Yeah my hope found itself d…