and still my heart is saying we were right...

[beenmebefore]

and i've been housing all this doubt
and insecurity
and i've been locked inside that house
all the while you hold the key
and i've been dying to get out
and that might be the death of me
and even though there's know way of knowing where to go
i promise that i'm going
because i got to get out of here
i'm stuck inside this rut that i fell into by mistake
i got to get out of here
and i'm begging you
i'm begging you to be my escape
i've given up on doing this alone now
cause i've failed and i'm ready to be shown how
you've told me the way
now i'm trying to get there
and this life sentance that i'm serving
i admit that i'm every bit deserving
but the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair