Standing trial for my sin.
I remember the days standing out in the cold,
The days I wish I had somebody to hold.
Another knife to threaten me with,
Blind from all the pain I caused.
I was nothing more than wrong.
I can hold my head up so high,
But I am stumbling over myself,
I am falling on my knife,
But I won’t let this sickness take me out.
You got my heart now,
So don’t break these pieces apart.
Save the retched side of me,
because I can't stop it from destroying my soul.
Steal this suicide from my body,
Please take me home.
Desecrate this addiction from me,
Let me see the light inside of you.
Just end this endless fight.
Make this life finally feel right.
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