I used to be this perfect son,
and now I just don't want follow in my father's footsteps anymore.
Once you have sinned,
You'll always sin,
so I carry my past up over my head.
I used to be the one that made his parents proud,
but now I don't live inside my father's house.
I struggled making this bed,
and now I can't fall asleep in it.
These things used to be so clear,
but now I just can't figure them out.
I want to be living in the past,
but instead I am living a dream,
everything is so imaginary!
I am sick of writing about,
these people I don't want to write about anymore.
Now I am seeing so many different things,
but now I am not quite believing in any of them.
I lost all of my good friends,
or at least the ones I used to know well.
I used to be someone you can look to,
now I am someone you look from.
I used to see the simpler side to things,
but now all I see is the sin I live in.
I could lose my mind,
I should cover my eyes.
I'll just run from home.
I used to know where I was going,
but now I am lost in the dark.
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