You can't tell me anything I don't already know,

my credit cards are high and my car's gas is low.

I go to the bank and they say, "How about a loan!"

They ask for my tax returns and I let out a moan.

Things haven't been the same since I got out of the "life,"

yet I'm still a daughter, a mother, a wife.

I pray God forgives me for the mistakes I have made.

I struggle each day and will take my secrets to the grave.

I hope my children don't find out what I've done,

but I'm thankful every day that I've turned and run.

It's hard not to look back and think of all that I had.

But whenever I do, it just makes me sad.

So now I look forward or "up" I should say,

because now I've found Jesus, I know my way.