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Impulsive. Insane. Profane. Breaking it down. No more.
God's first command for us was to love, but I can't because of the hurt I'm keeping inside. So is it you making me sin against you? Stolen from me my God, any trace of self-love, dignity. But don't worry you sleep at night soundly it'll be all right.
I've got the coming months to try to undo the damage done. Tonight I went back to church, gazed upon the face of strangers and hearing the sound of a voice, of someone responsible for the torture and murder of my spirit.
Thinking maybe I should reclaim whats mine cause everyday we get a little stronger. Hold on to your innocence. Never give up.
God's first command for us was to love, but I can't because of the hurt I'm keeping inside. So is it you making me sin against you? Stolen from me my God, any trace of self-love, dignity. But don't worry you sleep at night soundly it'll be all right.
I've got the coming months to try to undo the damage done. Tonight I went back to church, gazed upon the face of strangers and hearing the sound of a voice, of someone responsible for the torture and murder of my spirit.
Thinking maybe I should reclaim whats mine cause everyday we get a little stronger. Hold on to your innocence. Never give up.