If I am
a Christian, than why do I
Sit in
my sin and tell myself filthy lies
If I say
I am saved
Then why
do I keep running to be enslaved
And why
am I not mindful of your tears?!
For me….
For it’s worse than your fears.
God, why
do I push on past?
Why do I
wish to make my death last?
I hear
your voice and I stare at your eyes,
But in
the end I am still allowing your cries…
And I’m
lost again; oh I’m running away again,
When
will I remember when I wanted this to end…
If I
really loved you like I said
Then why
do I allow this to go on in my head
If I say
that I’m yours
Than why
do I lock myself behind closed doors
And why
am I sick in corrupted heart!?
For me…
I am worse than I was in the start.
God, why
do I push on past?
Why do I
wish to make my death last?
I hear
your voice and I stare at your eyes,
But in
the end I am still allowing your cries…
And I’m
lost again; oh I’m running away again,
When
will I remember when I wanted this to end…
And it
all started with the end
The
memories of the past start to blend
Together
forever, that’s what I said,
But did
I really mean it, inside this poor head!?
Am I
really that blind!?
Am I
really that lost inside…
I hear
your voice and I stare at your eyes,
But in
the end I am still allowing your cries…
And I’m
lost again; oh I’m running away again,
When
will I remember when I wanted this to end…
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