Here I sit in a peanut shell room all day, waiting and wondering when the pain will just all go away, here I sit in my peanut shell room all day, not going any where, never going astray. I feel as if these walls are caving in, on me, why doesn't my daughter just see, that at times I feel like just ending it all, but there is still destiny out here I must not fall. Have to let the past go, but how do you do that I'll never-ever know. The present is a mess, am I being put to a test, I ask why each and every day, not wanting to lose my faith in God and his love, I know he is watching from far up above. The future is yet to come, hoping there are my rainbows out in the sky, seeking and searching oh so high. Why am I being put to this test, I just want to take it easy and be able to rest. A breath of fresh air may do the trick, breathing deeply so I'm not so sick. Maybe one day my dreams will come true, so I'm not just sitting here in my peanut shell room being so blue.