I want to be pure, cause putrid am I.
In sin i make comfort, that makes me low.
I pray that i could but i can't deny,
how sinful i am, and caught dirty now.
Self-hatred comes in when guilt is a threat.
I'm dirty and nasty and no time free.
Sin is the thing that everyday is debt;
It is the vile debt that always hurts me.
I am vulnerable to all this tempts.
Temptations all come right at me at dark.
I fall and fail and feel extreme exempt,
from what I am called to be in this world.
So what do I do? So what do i act?
For I'm tired, and my heart already cracked.
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